at the end of my silence
I am sure I will find
the true meaning of words
and I’m sure you’ll not mind
‘coz you are just perfect
when I need you to hear
all the small things about me…
and all the things that I fear
as I’ll drive to the sea
they will all disappear
‘coz I know in the end
we will always be near.
for as long as I can
I will think about you
as you’ve never been gone.
I don’t care it’s not true…