12 acessos
14 quiet days
these hours just slept in your place
white sand and a vague
sense of youth
how can i get through
it's a violent truth
that I'm like you
16 lonely hours
no sun or depth
15 dreams of you all alone
but still far from reach
crosses traced in white sand
it's a violent truth
that I'm like you
you said the first time was so perfect
but the rest was all just wrong
you said there too many gone too long