200 Note

A room, a window
A tidy bed, a mirror
Where your reflection still finds space
The memory now feels like
A piano without a voice
The more it plays, the less I hear its notes
And suddenly in the silence, my thoughts
Fly to that image

My cold hands and my hair
Black and long on my shoulders
My lips a bit awkward whispered
Don't look at me, don't stop
Skin against skin, your smile
Words weren't needed
I still remember the emotion
As the sun was setting
And in room 200 notes

Every life has its
Destiny to cross
To brush against, even just for a moment
And maybe it’s true what you carry inside
Is always everything that
You could never have beside you
So I try to push away the traces
Of a distant memory
My cold hands and my hair
Black and long on my shoulders
My lips a bit awkward whispered
You can look at me, don’t stop
Skin against skin, your smile
Words weren't needed
I still remember the emotion
As the sun was setting
And in room 200 notes
200 Notes

My cold hands and my hair
Black and long on my shoulders
My lips a bit awkward whispered
You can touch me, don’t stop
Skin against skin, your smile
Words weren't needed
I still remember the emotion
As the sun was setting
And in room 200 notes

And that’s how life goes and its path
In balance between regret and remorse
And we stay to mend our broken hearts
We are the blood that flows and invents love
The past is the past, and there’s nothing to be done
You can lose it or you can seek it
In these nights so empty
And in room 200 notes