Your gaze engraved in two
with bitter painted tears
and in the morning you told me " take me from here"
and from silence you preferred a couple of drunk words
The years will go by, want it or not
like your eye paints
and you are afraid
The years will go by, want it or not
like your eye paints
remember me, remember me
Your loves left you alone
they taught you how to leave with a "goodbye"
but one night you forgot and let one door open
and a matchbox that your name was written.