LYRIC FOR SALE

By Irina C

1.
Starless sky
I'm tense
December feels like Summer and unfinished ties
2.
Oh, thoughts stick to the sick soul, I remember…
Paper ships sailed to the storm
In the beginning, we had something, darling…
Chorus.
Now, I’m back from war
Walls of memories, voiceless enemies
They left me bruised
Why so confused?
Always running, we are Masters of hiding
Bridge.
From the hallway to the room
I led you to the spring
But the flowers forgot to bloom
And I didn’t know where to go, still
I can’t let your hand go, no
Chorus.
I’m back from war
Walls of memories, voiceless enemies
They left me bruised
Why so confused?
Always running, we are Masters of hiding
Closure.
Thoughts stick to the sick soul, I remember…
Paper ships sailed to the storm
I'm trying to be strong, but my body is cold, my body gets old...oh
These days, I just want someone to hold...
Like in the beginning, when we had something, darling…
Now, we are Masters of hiding
We are Masters of hiding