The whispering does not cease The echoes of this house The rotten fruit, the broken glass
The memories perish too Can I not save one? What I want does not matter
Even the pictures can't burn The future prevented this Before I could have taken the moments Burned them away I can't anymore
How inconvenient of you How brave to show up On the edge of the cliff What a mistake to hold my hand Prevent me from falling It would have been wiser to hit and run Would have been easier to let me fall We would be all over the papers The disaster condensed in bold typeface But not in my dreams at least Not like this
It's easier to forget written words Than engraved feelings Are we condemned, after all? I think so From the very moment I saw you Inevitable I will not say that I'm sorry I will say nothing at all What could my words be worth When everything has been said and done It is the time for emptiness, darling The time for vacant stares and no words We cannot sew ruptured time.