Epilogue کے بول

Saw the way your hands recklessly put it down Saw the inexistent look set in you eyes As you just drop it… with no care Wishing it would just be elsewhere Can't you see, the silver shine? Don´t you feel I could be thine? Don´t take this for our last night. My hands can still take the fight Take the time…to make it right Took from it, never knowing It took the sorrow of going Round and around, serving you freely Wishing not to be thrown, just as me Thought it to be clearer Never thought we´d tangle this one up Dreamt one day of feeling bounds Never thought "apart" was a real word Can't you see, the silver shine? Don´t you feel I could be thine? Don´t take this for our last night. My hands can still take the fight Take the time…to make it right… I can make it fine Felt sick in the game we played… wondered the words you wouldn´t say Heard the quote: "everything must go"… saw you drop what you got from your soul…