The things I hold in my hands are droplets of time
Softly I grasp them, forgotten memories, lost words

I remember them one by one
And though I felt like I understood all them
The words faded as soon as they got near me

An evening without an apparent answer
Flakes of warmth
Longing for something faraway
I live repeating these over and over

The things I hold in my hands are droplets of time
Softly I grasp them, forgotten memories, lost words

I want to grasp all of your thoughts before they cool
As “people”, we still can’t share that feeling

The meaning your words give
The feelings with no comparison
Emotions with no answer
If only we could communicate by meeting eye to eye

The things I hold in my hands are droplets of time
Softly I grasp them, forgotten memories, lost words

I’ll keep these feelings in my heart

“I’ve lost them…”

Berbagi

This entry was posted on Monday, November 30th, 2009 at 7:11 pm and is filed under musik.