歌词
A chat and a glass, a song and a kiss. Give in for memories and it will cost you your title. Your home and its history, the stories written between the walls of it. They won't carry you but I'll help you write new ones.
We were characters in a
dream. The reasons to try
fell around us like rain.
We couldn't tell them
apart so we watched them
on their way down the
drain. Then you wake,
a bit older, a second
chance by your side.
And you know a bit
better than to watch as
streams and rivers...
One day out of hundreds.
A night, a week, history.
It did not take more than
that. It cost you your title,
your home and family,
the years you spent on
building it. I helped you
remember what should
or shouldn't have been
remembered.
We were characters in a
dream. The reasons to try
fell around us like rain.
We couldn't tell them
apart so we watched them
on their way down the
drain. Then you wake, a
bit older, a second chance
by your side. And you
know a bit better than
to watch as streams and
rivers pass.
