The stars look so frozen tonight Like a liquid nitrogen,
storm is rolling in.
We paint the silence a light pale gold shade of our eyes,
When our eyes meet and the firestorms begin.
So I guess we're not reaching twenty six, are we now?
Did you mean the things that you told me back then?
Lying next to you,
In the darkness the truth becomes so difficult,
I don’t even remember the feel.
And so I’ll lie next to you,
and I’ll let you bruise all the truth we knew,
If you promise me by the end it will feel real.
When the lights went out, I think I left myself,
I think i left myself...
All the yellow eyes, all the smoke they hide,
i think I left myself...