What are hours and days and years compared to eternity
What are steps and walks and miles compared to infinity
What are words and smiles and laughs compared to freezing emptiness that lasts
What are those memories worth when only a loan of thousand words remains
And a fading past
Because there is only a third of you and not an i at all in us
In the coldest night, in the light of the moon
The warmth of the candles, empty room
Naked, only wraped by the silence, imagining your voice
Isolation, violence
Twisting smoke, dialogues
Shaking legs, open wounds
Where noone can see me, if you only could
Pull a few words from me
I'd be fine
Its killing me to realizethat i was the one who really made you
And it was my fault - begging you to listen
It was my failure - begging you to speak
It was my fault - begging you to stay
It was my failure - begging you at all
It was my fault - passion in time
In every second in which you were mine
It was my fault i tryied to change
For the better, but i'm still being the same
It was all my fault - passion in every word
Every day, every night, you were mine
And it was my fault i tried to change
For the better, for you,
Because there is no good and bad in the end
Should we sail so shallow
Or should we love
Should we sail so shallow
Or shall we love honestly, till the end