Near
If they ask me about us I wouldn’t know what to say
Let’s start by recognizing you were never here
I only have little pieces of an incomplete story
that was mine, simple reality... but not yours
I do, I miss your eyes looking filled with tears
joyful, clear.
Not now, now we are strangers I can’t even see your face
I can’t taste your lips... us, us is far away.
If they ask me about this love
I would have to imagine a story of a fairytale
of a longsome shame
But hold my hand in this dream
crush the emptiness and this fear,
hold me like if this the last time that we
will be near.
