A dot added to the Word calling for you
You and I were Like the hands of a clock
Even if we try to deny it
We come back like the hands of a clock
The lunar orbit Rock right now
I call out your name
Everything becomes so strange little by little
I get rid of your ID picture
That shows your beautiful eyes
As if proving the bad feelings
You became slimmer and slimmer that dawn
I’m relieved by the fact
That you are a woman to be loved anywhere
I say my last goodbyes Good bye
You left it on me
A scar that’s left forever in my heart
The terrible words you said to me
Are like the scars on that moon
Like that hazy summer night
The moon came up where you would be
How are you these days
I’m calmly falling apart on the bed
Crater A beautiful scar
A scar on my heart
Every time I breathe tears come up
It seems like its healing
But it doesn’t heal
A dot added to the Word calling for you
You and I were Like the hands of a clock
Even if we try to deny it
We come back like the hands of a clock
The lunar orbit Rock right now
Even if we try to deny it
We come back like the hands of a clock
The lunar orbit Rock right now
When it’s a night you come up I get drunk, this terrible tie
I’m the Peter that Denied our tie
I know this is A spendthrift habits of emotions
But the funning thing is You are bright like the full moon
I wonder how you are doing The scar on the moon
But like a Picasso drawing the Past with a knife
Why did I do so I was so mean
I was going to get you Moonwalking, Armstrong
I wanted to be the strong in Front of the relationship, so terrible
How long do I have to linger Among your feelings
A silent syllable behind Thinking long in front of your questions
I know I was always The bad one
That moon is my portrait Van Gogh who cut his ear in half
Crater A beautiful scar
A scar on my heart Every time I breathe tears come up
It seems like its healing But it doesn’t heal
A beautiful scar A scar on my heart
Every time I breathe tears come up
It seems like its healing
But it doesn’t heal
The word called recollection
Would it be a memory that’s been
pulled together and kept
Are they the memories of those
Hurtful days that resembles my ugly face
Crater