2021.03.17.
I'll be lost without you
Wet asphalt, rain on the window...Summer's song is finished
The house disappears in the darkness
But we don't turn on the light
We argue, but this dispute is old
We burn our bridges in a pointless clash of words
I am treading on ice again
And I repeat 'I'll be lost without you'.
An elusive mirage, a phantom dream...
Crying in a hall of mirrors
Scary and hoarse laughter of the echo
Reflects in the mirrors
We argue, but this dispute is old
We burn our bridges in a pointless clash of words
I am treading on ice again
And I repeat 'I'll be lost without you'.