Your footsteps shine on the ground, like there are stars on the soles of your feet, planting them like seeds in the soil, and when you walk by my house, my skin gets tingles
I want to move, I want to change, I want to talk, but nobody speaks my language, the language of the lonely, of the lost, of the hopeless
Someone who wants to be next to us, someone who calls us just to hear about what we’re doing
when I look at you, nothing seems that big, I don’t need to run to any other place
I didn’t walk too far, there’s nowhere to go in the city anyway, and I stand outside the door, and again I have a choice, another fork in the road
We’ll forget the times we fell in love over and over again, is that alright with you?
‘How is it,’ I ask you, ‘that you can give so much love to everything you touch?’
Love hurts and heals. It lasts. Even when you don’t. Even if they don’t.
She remained undiscovered and she lived happily ever after
There are shadows on the wall, shadows of you and me