Album: All the Things You Said...
Staring into the bright contrast of my dark room
I can almost feel you here with me
Your words flow in front of my eyes like aloe to a sunburn,
With your face on the back of my eyelids
-=Chrous=-
I'm waiting to see your face in front of my eyes,
Because all I have are your pictures (x2)
I remember the night we talked for hours in the park
We played like children on the swings
I couldn't bring myself to say the words that came to my mind,
Because your face was brighter than the lamps that lit the street
-=Chrous=-