Years pass like feeling
like airplanes, like people in the street
in this city
Years pass like trains
like memories, beautiful words like i once
would say only to you
You still cross my heart at traffic lights
the nights here are white and the skies are black
what am i supposed to do with this now?
So tell me if it's still possible to fix (us) now
that the makeup is smeared on your face
by your tears
I don't want to hear stories about him
because he won't ever be
all that I was to you
Years pass with experiences
with mistakes and insights, empty chambers
of my heart
Small secrets in the drawers
what was able to be, this is a fantasy
my love
for some time already, not mine
You still cross my heart at traffic lights
the nights here are white and the skies are black
what am i supposed to do with this now?
So tell me if it's still possible to fix (us) now
that the makeup is smeared on your face
by your tears
I don't want to hear stories about him
because he won't ever be
all that I was to you
See how your makeup
is smeared on your face by your tears
we wasted the years with clown masks, this is not worthy of everything that
i was to you
See how your makeup
is smeared on your face by your tears
we wasted the years with clown masks, this is not worthy of everything that
i was to you
So tell me if it's still possible to fix (us) now
that the makeup is smeared on your face
by your tears
I don't want to hear stories about him
because he won't ever be
all that I was to you