Quench
(Indisponível)
Tonight my eyes won't close, the absolution is too late. And so are my words as they travel to you, they give the wrong sign. They give the wrong sign (sense/direction).
I showed you the way out.
Your smile gives me assurance, we are poets of
indecision. Bound to past mistakes that lead us miles apart, and I give the word that drives. Tonight (I know) my eyes won't close. This is how it is without you.
I think about (sense/direction) how my (anticipation) agreements have worked against me.
Three days left and as last weekend passes by, I can see the sun coming up for us soon. I'll never be faded away. My love.
Thousand words I write for us (with messages) to replace broken ones. I give no answers to satisfy the liar, the angel. As your voice breaks into my room. As I greet and smile, nothing's changed, your eyes, searching, they only find..........Tonight (I know) my eyes won't close.
This is how it is without you. Your eyes are searching for me, they only find what they want.
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