Из альбома: Moving Targets
Into another place
wait for the ice to break
voice of a stranger
though it all seems so vague
once you were planned upon
for that reality
nothing's the same
so we must pick up the fragments of the past
before the memories fade
picture is hazy
did it exist at all?
i cannot recall
the things that we once used to laugh about
they disappeared
shimmering in a dress
scatter the threads
exchanging snippets of meaningless [?] words
we both misunderstand
memories mingle
but they don't seem the same
and as we pick up the pieces of the past
we will never meet again
picture is hazy
did it exist at all?
i cannot recall
the things that we once used to laugh about
they disappeared