The last five years of my life are so empty
The four demons in me are drifting me
At three millimeters from your lips I'm feeling like living
Withing two inches to relive
Just one last memory
Our hands wedge on the wall of the window
Our hearts beat but mine is going faster
My hand is sweaty between my fingers yours slips
My look is sad yours is an eclipse
Oh, we don't care about the others
Don't play with my heart of you're skillful with words
Your lips I like the taste but comes out can be false
The poison is so soft I'm not tired of the fix
Eh, yah, yeah
Speak to me of real things
Spare me your stories
I don't like when I apologize
I don't like that much my mirror
No needs to remind me my flaws
The night I fall asleep with a lot of aches
The last five years of my life are so empty
The four demons in me are drifting me
At three millimeters from your lips I'm feeling like living
Withing two inches to relive
Just one last memory
Our hands wedge on the wall of the window
Our hearts beat but mine is going faster
My hand is sweaty between my fingers yours slips
My look is sad yours is an eclipse
In beautiful places I take you to
You feed hope and soon after you take it off from me
I always got troubles to not have obsession
It's not better during drunkenness, there are urges hurting me
I would like to loose, break what's chaining me
Incapable to live attached to everything that slowing me down
Despondency yah ah ah ah
Oh yeah it's blocking me yah ah ah ah ( it's blocking me)
Despondency yah ah ah ah
I don't know where you are anymore (you are)
The last five years of my life are so empty
The four demons in me are drifting me
At three millimeters from your lips I'm feeling like living
Withing two inches to relive
Just one last memory
Our hands wedge on the wall of the window
Our hearts beat but mine is going faster
My hand is sweaty between my fingers yours slips
My look is sad yours is an eclipse
Yeah, yours is an eclipse
Yeah, eh
Euh, it's Tsew The Kid
The last five years of my life are so empty
The four demons in me are drifting me
At three millimeters from your lips I'm feeling like living
Withing two inches to relive
Just one last memory