LYRIC FOR SALE

By Irina C

As we drive home
Silence cuts the skin like a bullet
Through my body, cold current
We must be pretending
Wearing lies and broken hearts

It’s getting dark and it’s getting late
We’re into mind games
When my eyes turn into snowflakes
I’m thinking what you're thinking, then
You look at me, I look down
And the words unsaid
I leave there,
I leave them there
To die

But, maybe you can wear my storm
Maybe I can hear your silence
So we can calm the blow

The world was noisy and colored
When all went silent,
I saw how wounded you can be
It made me unguarded, so much I wanted to hide in your pain


I felt you like a distant land
Wondering who did this to you
But now I know it couldn’t have been anyone else
You carry that hurricane

It’s getting dark and it’s getting late
We’re into mind games
As my eyes turn into snowflakes
I’m thinking what you're thinking, then
You look at me, I look down
And the words unsaid
I leave there,
I leave them there
To die

But, maybe you can wear my storm
Maybe I can hear your silence
So we can calm the blow

From all we knew, from all we wanted
I could use a word never at most times, I suppose…
There were few tries, still, we always confuse each other
Play strong but we're tired, leaving a mess

Oh, It's hard to be like this
So I trick myself we are broken, cursed, unsteady, frail
Like an interrupted dream at 5 am
But, maybe you can wear my storm
Maybe I can hear your silence
So we can calm the blow

Maybe you can wear my storm
Maybe I can hear your silence
So we can calm the blow