Drawing a margin in the book of love and all l see is you
Trying to let go but the birds still say your name
How did l end up in a cold world hold your memory on a piece
of paper
The rhythm of your voice still echoes in my mind
Tell me girl of my dreams how to move on
Say it at the dusk so that l can
l lay my head down on your thighs as l say good bye.

A gust of wind that blows under the sky
The beauty that roams defined only by the colors of true love
Voices echoing louder than a thunder struck
Strip strips off a zebra's back
Fading hope for the vase that held it all along
Is broken and the pieces are over the floor
Deafening silence holding the ambience
Melancholy has an open door through
Tears won't stop falling
Love is a myth ,l wish l listened when they told me.