Blurry colours, blurry lights entangled in a wacky dance
Stumbling across faces of the past, faces haunting the place
It doesn’t hurt until the glass cuts your skin
Cushioned by a farewell lullaby, the words seem to escape
Caught in a breath, why can I not tell them
„This is probably the last time we see each other” -
The emptiness a millionfold in their eyes
My reflection imprinted on the vision of eternity
Wondering whether the seeds of memory blossom one day
And I wave goodbye to the sweet flashes of youth
Goodbye, my friends.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
Blurry colours, blurry lights entangled in a wacky dance
Stumbling across faces of the past, faces haunting the place
It doesn’t hurt until the glass cuts your skin
Cushioned by a farewell lullaby, the words seem to escape
Caught in a breath, why can I not tell them
„This is probably the last time we see each other” -
The emptiness a millionfold in their eyes
My reflection imprinted on the vision of eternity
Wondering whether the seeds of memory blossom one day
And I wave goodbye to the sweet flashes of youth
Goodbye, my friends.
