It’s like I’m living in a movie
In which the lines are already written
Not even the past I can rewrite
And where the clock’s still ticking
Camera’s pull off to the next scene
Where I wished I had some siccors
To cut our past in million pieces
And create a whole new future
But when I rewind the tape
I see your hair dancing in the wind
Your eyes staring into unknown distance
Filling slowly with glimmers full bliss
But turning in colours of despair
Desiring, grieving for that unfurfilled wish
Can we change from director
Destroy the sad script they wrote
Destroy this tragic film
But restart on that same road
So that we will meet again
Where we will love again
Just without
That unevitable end
Instead give us one try
To prove that your death wasn’t meant....