I don’t know where to begin, stars are aligning to come for a dream,
It felt so right, so many times I believed, it was real, it was real.
The blast from the past is an empty jar now,
That covered excuses, that brought all the mist when we stepped in our toes,
And the wind wanted to blow,
In different directions.

We got used to an static melody,
The dance was the same, but it didn’t mean the world we were standing in.
Surviving through the day becomes a chore,
And something cannot break anymore,
If it was never, fully whole.

I know I shed tears, I know you shed them too,
I know that you guessed how fast time flies.
If something goes around for me and you,
We built up the ugly truth, from pretty little lies.

I don’t know where to stop, the signs are changing colors on the road.
Maybe it’s my daltonic love, blinding me, blinding us.
Somehow we existed in the same atmosphere,
And the reminiscence, are ghosts that will be living inside by beautiful lagoons,
Just hoping for butterfly effects,
Or maybe cancel the regrets.

We got used to an static melody,
The dance was the same, but it didn’t mean the world we were standing in.
Surviving through the day becomes a chore,
And something cannot break anymore,
If it was never, fully whole.

I know I made you live, you gave me life as well,
I know the road is long of anesthetic lullabies.
We’ll have tomorrow then, at least it’s not tonight,
When we break the ugly truth, from pretty little lies.

We got used to an static melody,
The dance was the same, but it didn’t mean the world we were standing in.
Surviving through the day becomes a chore,
And something cannot break anymore,
If it was never, fully whole.

I don’t know where to end, the cover’s coming into my grasping touch,
The leaves just fly away, like your hair, in the fall.
Somehow we can feel magnetic compass in our beats,
But we are reading it wrong,
It’s pointing into two different true norths.
The way to find the peace of mind,
Walks glass in ugly truths,
And every now and then,
A pretty little lie.

Hidden in the pages, you may find the secret messages I left,
Cornering the edges of the silver lining plot into our sheets.
You believe I stayed awake, but all I did was just the smallest theft.
To keep your naked photograph, smiling while you were twisting your feet.

Well the music was alive and well, but darkness changed it,
Drumming noises led to farewell, and timeless choices.

Did you find what you were looking for in me?
Did you find what you were looking for in you?
Did you cry, or at least try, to remind yourself to dream?
Catching butterflies might be a kid’s game,
But only your heart can grow up,
To leave just one there.

Toned deaf ample challenged, always tried to take away a song.
Murmuring your silhouette dancing in the dirt with pouring rain
And now, the paragraphs make take you to a place, called home,
But you don’t know the way, and I can’t guide you through.

When we kept, our heads away in danger, we survived, only survived,
United in the tougher shape of life, we forgot that we live, only to die.

Did you find what you were looking for in me?
Did you find what you were looking for in you?
Did you kiss another lips who rocked your fantasies?
When the butterflies just seemed to be alive,
There was a place in time,
To leave it all behind.

Now the paper burns, but all the memories are cast in stone,
All the paragraphs still hide the voices of the road.
The longing paradise is just one step away from our comfort zone.
I sleep and lay on the land, I wonder if your hand misses my touch.

Are we scared to crash along the silence of the room?
Would we plan to fight our secret fight within our truth?

Did you find what you were looking for in me?
Did you find what you were looking for in you?
Did I find what I had lost across the sea?
Did I try to keep you as much as I think I did?