Often I still think of you
I believe that one day you will return
To throw yourself at my feet
To beg me to no longer curse you
To tell me your regrets about us
I dream that one day you will write to me saying
That the remorse drives you crazy
That without me you can no longer laugh
That far from me you are no longer anything at all
In your silences I hear cries
In your absence I feel bored
In your roaming prohibitions
That dismember you and rip us apart
Often I still think of you
I imagine that you have lost the desire to live
That the lack of us is breaking you
That the ghost of us follows you everywhere
In your silences I hear cries
In your absence I feel bored
In your roaming prohibitions
That dismember you and rip us apart
The wild sailboats of our lives
What do we do about it?
Our trampled childhoods
Time that's slipping away from us?
In your silences I hear cries
In your absence I feel bored
In your roaming prohibitions
That dismember you and rip us apart
The wild sailboats of our lives
What do we do about it?
Destroyed innocences
Time that cures us completely