No one knows how my soul searches for you during the darkest night
Or how my feet gravitate towards your street on the regular
The air cold like your soul caresses my skin

The sounds of guitars and melodies decorating the streets in the distance
My starving heart aches to be fed by your presence

No one knows, truly knows
The scar you've left on my existence

sometimes I find myself
looking down
thinking of the past

I look through photos
of when things were okay
of when he still loved me.

I try and understand why things ended this way
why he felt they had to end at all
I think I understand

but then I wonder why I wasn't worth it
the nights he said he had faith in us
I believed him, what changed?

he doesn't talk to me anymore
it makes me sad
but I hope he still thinks of me

They lifts their lips to their cheeks,
Walks through and beneath the burning grasses, laughing.
They may not know how to try or seek,
Will they learn how to see and keep on moving ?

Down on the waters,
Waving sadly and dark,
It is still hard to believe that we fell over,
On past the border crack,
Of that cold and broken down feather,
That sinks into a despair turning black.
It will go, but in which way ?
Tomorrow
Or today ?

The wind is blowing through our body,
He has no hope for mercy,
He's growing weary.
And leaves fly afire with no sign of beauty,
For their sweet flight here is becoming blurry.

Lay the doubts under the day,
Let fall the wishes with the rain.
And now, don't let the world drift far away,
Keep its innocent Earth from any pain.
Feels like we're running to a wall,
But knowing it's us who'll break.
And if we must lose it all,
We might leave nothing to take.
It will go, but in which way ?
Will we find
What to say ?

So I looked down onto the past years,
And understood we destroyed what we had built.
But if we start to share some flowing tears,
Our hearts will die, and not from guilt.

It takes a lot to stay awake now,
It takes a lot to believe.
Yes, and some already think that death's coming down,
And they know they can not keep on living.
Too many people here,
And no soul is really sheer.
It will go, but in which way ?
Will we find
Where to stay ?

your heart of gold makes you tarnish easily
why do you keep on polishing other hearts
helping them shine
even when you know it makes you tarnish even more, and they are not what you are searching for
maybe when you polish other hearts, you hope to find they're made of gold  
you have high hopes to find another heart of gold like yours
but with that tarnish you carry when you polish other hearts,
how will anyone know you're made of gold yourself?

The wistfulness of new love between us,
Those sweet smiles that accompany surprise,
That unexpected love must have been us,
Love at first sight each time before our eyes.

I pretend you’re someone I haven’t kissed,
And laugh because inside you know me well,
Our love is new but there’s no time we’ve missed,
Our love is growing in this youthful spell.

The longer we’re in love the more we start,
Playing out in delightful random ways,
Surprised and overwhelmed I match your heart,
We pass our years as if they were but days.

Our love renewed each day promises more
Of unexpected I’ve been looking for.

A lifetime ago, I was younger like you,
before my dreams faded and life was still new.
I wish I knew then, all that I know now,
I wanted our life but didn’t know how.
I settled for less and tried the right things,
and cashed in my soul for all that it brings.
I’ve made my mistakes, like others before,
forgiveness more fleeting, ‘til you closed the door.
Waiting for answers, I went into shock,
you left me no choice but to turn back the clock.
I walk this new path while finding myself,
forgetting our past is best for my health.
As I move along, a decade removed,
my body more fit now to go with my mood.
I realize by now we could have had more,
alone I will see what life has in store.
I so miss the comfort of you every night,
kindness from others, brings love at first sight.
Each new encounter, just gives me a shove,
reminding myself not to fall back in love.
When, where and who will be the right one?
I’ve so much to give, just let it be done.
I may never take them, to become my wife,
but I need embraces to sustain my life.
Addiction exists with drugs and affection,
I’m itching for love at each intersection.
How long must I wait to rip out the sutures?
Pleasure Delayer, indefinite future.