A name rolls off his tongue, to a woman he once loved it belongs.
Her name is what haunts his dreams, and when he reflects on sleepless nights he wonders: how many more are yet to come?
An angelical face his memories embrace, the face of a woman that could have given him everything, the face of a woman he lost, a woman he wanted to take care of.
An angelical face his memories embrace, to a woman he adored it belongs.
An angelical face was hers, the face of a woman he wasn't ready to let go of.
Asleep she was last time he saw her, asleep she should have been in his arms, but destiny had said otherwise, so on a cold table her body was resting when he kissed her forehead goodbye.
Her eyes weren't shinning last time he saw her, how in love he was with those eyes. Her eyes should have been shinning, but they weren't, because destiny had decided otherwise.
His eyes weren't shinning either when he kissed her forehead goodbye.
A name rolls off his tongue, to a woman he could have saved it belonged.
Her name is what his nightmares and fears are made of.
A name rolls off his tongue; to a woman he could have given everything to it once belonged.
Her name is what haunts his dreams, and when he reflects on sleepless nights he wonders: how many more are yet to come?
It's the sound of her voice that he hears when everything is quiet and the world seems to be fast asleep.
It's the sound of her voice that he dreams of when he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep.
Asleep he likes to think she was when he kissed her forehead goodbye.