The side of your bed
As the edge of a cliff
Silence is moving
This isn't fair
Tiny threads in your hands
Become tubes in your flesh
Silence is hitting
Are you still there?
As we fall in the nightmare
Not so sure what is real
Where are we going?
This isn't fair
Last words are conjured
A promise is made
If silence is moving
Memory remains
If silence is moving
Memory remains
If silence is moving
Memory remains
To be fair
I'm not sure how to feel
Not sure about
How to leave behind
Lost possibilities
Sometimes I ask myself
Sometimes I hate asking why
Sometimes I loose all meaning
Still I face the most hurtful of memories
And it's not a sadness
It's not a sadness
Because here I can cry safely
And I know you're watching
I know you're watching
Know that if sometimes
I'm sad and silent
Of you I'll always keep the most beautiful memory
