Cold, the kind that people love, and soft ground,
To take a rest from this day for half a minute.
Come, tell me something, tell me a cracked truth,
It doesn't really matter to me when I'm with you.
Because a storm is raging,
Inside my home, without me even noticing.
And the pieces are falling still,
Only the silence in your eyes can take away the pain.
A voice, the kind that you whisper within a big truth,
Is calling me to start over.
A secret, the kind that you tell word by word,
Come closer and I'll tell you.
That a storm is raging,
Inside my home, without me even noticing.
And the pieces are falling still,
Only the silence in your eyes can take away the pain.