As the days go by
and the Earth rotates,
even the moon grows tired
of watching me wait.
All parts of me
still cry out your name.
I can’t hear myself speak,
everything burns just the same.
As the days go by
and the Earth rotates,
even the moon grows tired
of watching me wait.
All parts of me
still cry out your name.
I can’t hear myself speak,
everything burns just the same.
