miercuri, 22 mai 2013

Tonight I shed my hopes like feathers;
the hour's late and my wings are broken, anyway.
I stare my ghosts right in the eye tonight,
until they die again,
or my own eyes become blind;
I never saw right, anyway.
Tonight I say "Goodbye" to you
for the last time, again,
in every sign language I know.
You'll never hear it, anyway.
I burn the words, the bridges,
the truths I never said;
Apologies unaccepted,
love unacceptable.
All that might have been,
'till we came along this road,
'till we came along this road...