Break away from it all
Nothing to expect doesn't make me fall
I've recalled your number a lot of times
Unhappy I couldn't tell you
Why I feel my feelings independently of what you think
Why I live my life indifferently of how it tastes
There's confort in the knowing, less when you write courage
What you wanted to see until you look at me?
What you wanted to be until you look away?
I've recalled your number a lot of times
Sending letters just to feel alive
And all you sent me was a knife
That cutted in pieces my weakest life
Last year was waiting here
And my memories faded away
Seven numbers and seven stars
The fire escape from the last goodbye