at the end of the road
At the end of the road, you turn back to me. At the end of the road I catch your eye. As you turn my way I know its nothing..... but a strange sad goodbye.
The salted edge of the memories, bring me close to the sky. These tears slide down as if I shall never cry again. When you call my name let it be but a whisper, and I hope the stars shine in your eyes.
Love like glass, transparent and fragile. Showing us light and a magic kind of beauty, sharp when broken cutting deep. You who made my seasons change, going far from my reach.
The salted edge of the memories, bring me close to the sky. These tears slide down as if I shall never cry again. When you call my name let it be but a whisper, and I hope the stars shine in your eyes.
Love like glass, transparent and fragile. Showing us light and a magic kind of beauty, sharp when broken cutting deep. You who made my seasons change, going far from my reach.