This is going to be another late night, one more in this country.
For months I have been trying to be stiff
upper lip. But tonight I feel like listening good old Keane.
Tough, this is what it has always been
about, well sometimes it has to be different; sometimes I want to be the one
who gives up.
Those months apart have thrown me right on
the floor, I just want to lay down in your warmth and feel love all around us.
I want to feel like there is nothing else
but us on the Earth, I am so tired. There are no strong enough words, because
you became this one person on this planet that is more important than the rest.
Because what you mean is more than just
words, you are a whole thing; you wrap me up in your words like no one else.
There is nothing more magical than you.
This is how the world is without you,
colourless and empty, meaningless and purposeless. I used to fight a whole
world of nonsense by myself. I liked to walk alone like a lonely wolf and make
my own experience all by myself without really paying attention to whom I was
with.
You turned the whole thing differently now,
it is somehow comforting to know you will be the one I will walk with on that
path, that you will always be here to hold my hand, have my back. I believe in
us, although on those lonely nights I feel dead alone and I do not want to ever
feel like that.
Love is the answer; my return will be the
end of this heart struggle and loneliness.
