What's the point in talking
If you don't see yourself in me?
What's the point in trying
If you're not here anymore?
Should I look for you or accept the end?
It's just that with so many looks, I still want you
I don't know how to hear you laugh without wanting to cry
I don't know how to look at you without asking
Could it be that our promises and dreams have turned to dust?
Could it be that they've turned to dust?
You went out to the space where words are silent
You went out to the place where you and I dreamed of nothing
Could it be that our promises and dreams have turned to dust?
Could it be that they've turned to dust?
What's the point in crying if you don't come back to me?
What's the point in trying if you're not here anymore?
Should I look for you or accept the end?
It's just that with so many looks, I still want you
I don't know how to hear you laugh without wanting to cry
I don't know how to look at you without asking
Could it be that our promises and dreams have turned to dust?
Could it be that they've turned to dust?
You went out to the space where words are silent
You went out to the place where you and I dreamed of nothing
Could it be that our promises and dreams have turned to dust?
Could it be that they've turned to dust?
I don't know how to hear you laugh without wanting to cry
I don't know how to look at you without asking
Could it be that our promises and dreams have turned to dust?
Could it be that they've turned to dust?