Miles Apart

Cold remorse is for free men, unlucky son of one night

With the guilt between our legs, the lust, touching your life

We crawl in the dark, we run within the dream

I do ask her not to scream until that moment

Her breath sharp and shallow

She will find nothing under my skin

We move like one but her back is a just bending a straight line

Father, we all die alone: A written path for a given destiny

Father, we all die alone: Rhymes repeating endlessly

The morning glows anew, we hold on to our own misery

Memories of night turn to dust

She cries softly

As always nothing to fight for

As we hold still, a warm breath, humid, sticks to me

One more time we are nothing

Nothing but a bunch of dead leaves left to the graceless wind

Father, we all die alone: A written path for a given destiny

Father, we all die alone: Rhymes repeating endlessly

Until tonight she goes unseen

Strip to the bone, her wounds unclean

And once again, we are walking

Walking through a broken glass with broken knees

Down that road our guilt between the legs

This red desire was resuming its place

Of your heartbeat, on the hills of no lights

Don’t forgive us unlucky son of one nigh