Flame

You’re stuck again in your mother’s house
With too much time on your hands
I can’t wait till I can touch your skin when you’re home again

Now you are bored to death, when in the meanwhile
There is a war outside your door
Tanks are rolling through the street
Where we used to walk, always hand in hand
I’m worried, I am your man

And nothing happens here, it just gets colder
There is no story to be told
I am saving all my warmth
Until the day that you will return
Don’t worry, the flame will burn.

2017-10-03T23:27:57+00:00