Are memories drops, these new tears.
We are souls in a unearaseable story.
The countless times when you will be searching for me
in my empty rooms.
Inestimable, it's cunning
your absence that belongs to me
We are indivisible, we are the same, and fragile
we are yet this far.
With freeze in my mind I'm running towards you.
Words are tired but I know you'll listen to me.
We wait for another journey, a destiny, a truth,
and tell me what I can possibily do for reach you now
for reach you now
for reaching you.
We are drops of a past
that doesn't want to return.
This time betrayed us,
it's cunning.
I will tell about you
I will invent for you
what we don't have
Promises are
like rain above us
Words are tired but I know you'll listen to me.
We only wait for a sign, a destiny, a truth,
and tell me what I can possibily do for reach you now
for reach you now
for reaching you.