It's like the first time,
the feeling lingers on,
something that never ends.
A "goodbye" that never came,
gone with you,
you took it home.
Nobody said it was easy
to give it all for "almost" something,
for nothing.
Nothing to say, nothing to feel.
Nothing for us to remember tomorrow.
Outside this room there's our alley.
Baring the soul to became nothing.
We don't have to be careful about
if this is right or wrong,
our wishing is the only thing that matters.
Let's not think about what will happen
if you lay down
one more night in our bed.
We're like a tickle
that pleases you but also hurts you.
Nothing to say, nothing to feel.
Nothing for us to remember tomorrow morning.
Outside this room there's our alley.
Baring the soul to became nothing.
Nothing to look, nothing to ask
Nothing to suffer for, nothing to think about,
just remember tomorrow you'll forget.
Nothing to say, nothing to feel.
Nothing for us to remember tomorrow morning.
Outside this room there's out alley
Baring the soul to became nothing.