So much time has passed
Since last summer
That I hardly remember
That I've forgotten you
So many things have happened
So many things have changed
I've learned that the silence
Becomes weirder each time...
Weirder
And the best isn't always the most expensive
The further you are away, the harder I breath
The silence is not to explode in your hands
The silence is not to think
It is what's left if you go...
If you go
I can't get enough, of the moment
Touching you without hands
Of hiding accidentally
Behind closed eyes
That'll take down the silence
And won't listen again
I've fallen asleep and I wake up
When you are with wings
And the best isn't always the most expensive
The further you are away, the harder I breath
The silence is not to explode in your hands
The silence is not to think
It is what's left if you go