LYRICS GAME

The photos, the frames

are still there

relics of glory

painful joy

emptied of their story

once upon a time

a Him, a Her

and the Her flew away

I walk a tightrope

on a glass wire

all my clocks

turn backwards

I hoard the hours

between you and me

rubble of grudges and dread

we should laugh about it

it's so ordinary

a cheap two-bit melodrama

I know there's far worse

I know the hospital

but can I at least say

that it hurts

and now what do I do

after you

my dreams are empty

I only misstep

what do I do

down here

lovely memories burn me with cold

without you, what's the use of me

colorless streets

the world's in mourning

so empty and so lonely

and yet so filled with you

declared guilty

you go to hell

for me the stations of the cross

why not smile

nothing more normal

a cheap two-bit melodrama

I know there's far worse

the death penalty

but I can tell you

that it hurts

and now what do I do

after you

my dreams are empty

I only misstep

what do I do

down here

lovely memories burn me with cold

without you, what's the use of me

and now what do I do

from my steps

every street leads to dead ends

and now what do I listen to

without your voice

without your words, your laughs, your songs, your bursts

what's the use of all this

without you