I will wait until the end,
When the pendulum,
Does swing back to the darker side of our hearts bleeding.
And I will save this empty space next to me,
Like It's a grave,
Where I lay a place for us to sleep eternally together...
I have been searching for,traces of what we were,
A ghost of you is all that I have left,
It's all that I have left of you to hold,
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me,
There's nothing left of what we were at all...
So here I am,
Pacing around this house again,
With pictures of us living on these walls,
I see my breath in the cold of the air that I breathe,
And I'm wondering, I'm wondering,
If It's you that I feel, if It's you that I feel,
Here hunting me forever...
I have been searching for,traces of what we were,
A ghost of you is all that I have left,
It's all that I have left of you to hold,
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me,
There's nothing left of what we were at all...
And I'm not looking for,
Anything but us, Anything but what we were,
And I'm not asking fot, Painted memories
I only want to know you're here...
A ghost of you is all that I have left,
It's all that I have left of you to hold,
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me,
There's nothing left of what we were at all...
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