Like an Echo

Oh, my cymbaline

I am too sick in these days to find

You've said "we have to go"

And now we stay walking in circles around

I fought for good

Set the fire asleep in our hands

Asleep in ourselves

The reasons why I help you

I never thought I was afraid

I am here but you were late

But in your own green eyes

You see stars and skies

And you can see my scars

I'm the cigar in your mouth

And I feel so ashamed

I'm the messenger in your phone

In your head

And in your own scars

Look it by a wide screen

A wide window open to the street

It's an exposed feeling from

Your dark side of the fake nowhere

Footsteps on a dark floor

Somewhere in an uneasy way to run

Way to run, way to run, way to run!

Then, everything comes to an end

Then we'll be in the end

Then we'll be in there

And I'll don't even remember how you are

I hope don't fall in love with you again