I have words on the tip of my tongue that never come off...
You have words that you hesitate to give to me.
Who knows, if yours and mine silence made the price
would our skins know, would our skins know how to communicate ?
For although we stumble upon thoughts while wandering,
there's love that dances underneath our feet.
If we forgave each other for what we didn't give,
for what we could still bring to each other....
If we forgave each other,
there would be ''i love you'' that get lost.
If we dumped each other, if we knew to compromise,
we would really be able to love and hug each other.
If we forgave each other,
there would be ''i love you'' that get lost.
You have scars from your egoism that you can't admit having in front of me.
I've done anything I had to, but it were never enough.
Who knows ? If we let bygones be bygones,
would our eyes know, would our eyes learn to listen ?
For no matter what we consider about the appearances,
there is some incandescence on our lost hearts.
If we forgave each other for what we didn't give,
for what we could still bring to each other....
If we forgave each other,
there would be ''i love you'' that get lost.
If we dumped each other, if we knew to compromise,
we would really be able to love and hug each other.
If we forgave each other,
there would be ''i love you'' that get lost.
However, what we only know is to pursuit
a love that we didn't observe,
a past that can be undone.
If we let our past horrors go with the wind
but do nothing but curse other,
we would actually abandon each other.
Each one of our silences would be damaged.
If we forgave each other for what we didn't give,
for what we could still bring to each other....
If we forgave each other,
there would be ''i love you'' that get lost.
If we dumped each other, if we knew to compromise,
we would really be able to love and hug each other.
If we forgave each other,
there would be ''i love you'' that get lost.