I got dust on my shoes
Ghosts of memories
Breath going backwards through alleys of light
And birds singing along the sighs of my steps
A silent wish, unspoken
To sense what has been sensed before
A love untold
Held by the grips of fear
It must all end.
There are stars aligning for you tonight
And echoes of hope in the distance
My fickle heart salutes a past you
One that is no more
And hangs its head alone
Your fingertips on my window by the sea
The waves bring silver silence
I dream and I wake
Nothing but teardrops.
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