A keresés eredménye

After you

The pictures, the frames
Yet are here
Remains of glory
 
Painful joy
Emptied of history
Once open a time
A He, and a She
And she flew away
 
I go as a tighrope walker
On a wire of glass
All of my clocks
Turn backwords
I accumulate hours
Between you and me
Rubages of resentment and dread
 
It should be laughed about
It's so commun
Melo-drama
With two bullets
I know there is worse
I know the hospital
But can i at least say
That it hurts me
 
And here what do i do
After you
My dreams are ampty
All i make are wrong steps
what am i doing
Down here
Beautiful memories burn me of cold
Without you what am i good for
 
Colorless streets
The world is mourning
So ampty and so lonely
And yet so full of you
Convicted
You You go to hell
To me the paths of Cross
 
Why not smile
Nothing more normal
Mélo-drama
With 2 bullets
I know there is much worse
The caoital punishment
But i can tell you
That it hurts
 
And here what do i do
After you
My dreams are ampty
All i make are wrong steps
what am i doing
Down here
Beautiful memories burn me of cold
Without you what am i good for
 
And here what do i do
With my steps
All the streets lead to dead ends
And what do i hear, without your voice
Without your words, your laughs, your songs, your splinters
What is all of this for
Without you