i think too much..well..it is all your fault.
and your tiny hands draw the space in this empty house i lived..
it was your dream i've built.and you have nothing to say now.
you fell on my shoulders,i tried to dry all your tears,
but i sunk in one moment(like ships do), i was so lost that day..
when you cried you said that there is no way to go and oh..you just can't stay..
i remember your fingers playing on this old tattoo i have;
wanting more, hearing the sounds of the piano, i wish to feel the embrace of this time..
and you know, i really hate to say that, but it ruined my life.
i think i have no home to stay now.no houses to build.
i've sent too much goodbye letters
and it ruined my life.