In the lonely night i saw you cry.
Alone with all thats inside of eternity.
Along the path of infinite storries.
I could sense that the road had been long.
When all you wanted was to surrender.
The music faded and tears fell like rain.
Does it hurt to be on the other side.
When each question is to expensive.
I saw you walking with your head tilted down.
I had my hurt and you had yours.
As the moon lit up the sky on a cold winter night.
I laid down on the ground.
Only trees and the stars right up ahead.
Afraid of your eyes as it seems like im just pretending.
Yet the forrest and the darkness caressed my heart.
No need for any linear storry just be with me.
Tell me once again what makes your thoughts stop.
And i will try to listen as im also brooken.
Maybe we could be brooken together.
Even if its a thousand years ahead.
We could be the imperfectly perfect.