(Claude S.)
You turn your eyes into mine
and I can see my cold reflection,
smiling as if everything was faltering.
I could touch your skin so softly, as
the breath of winter calls me 'innocent.'
I hear you laughing...
I hear you crying...
As I watch your lips are moving,
saying words that bring me closer.
If I shut my ears I hear them,
echoing as if they were inside my head.
I hear you laughing...
I hear you crying...
I don't care about what they said,
all I want is to do is hold your hand,
see this through to the very end,
never count the hours we've spent
as innocent.
If I smile, I weep inside...
If I laugh, I'm really frowning...