Staring into the bright contrast of my dark room. 

I can almost feel you here with me. 

Your words flow in front of my eyes like aloe to a sunburn, 

with your face on the back of my eyelids. 



-=Chrous=-

I'm waiting to see your face in front of my eyes, 

Because all I have are your pictures. (x2) 



I remember the night we talked for hours in the park. 

We played like children on the swings. 

I couldn't bring myself to say the words that came to my mind, 

Because your face was brighter than the lamps that lit the street. 



-=Chrous=-