Wind is it still cold in your town?
The roads of silence are you driving home
Are you still setting the clocks back?
But you can't hold time with two hands
Sky you said it cries when a star dies
And you stood under with yours arms up
Are you still talking to the stones
Though they are deaf they can console
Are you alright
Listening to hearts but whose heart?
Lying on the floor
Cause the bed is cold and the only softness i want to feel is yours
Kusadasi/Turkey
