See, this wasn't supposed to happen To leave you with your thoughts, To leave you at your wire where you bumped into more. You're clinging to tales of ghosts, Hear them as if they're true. Although they bring you things That you don't want them to.
When I run out of time, Well, you freak out your mind To go care for all the small things I have no clue about. I have the miles to shout at, But both your ears go cold And leave me at my wire. Wish that I was told
'Cause if you leave it like this The distance's all we've known. Yeah if you leave it like this The distance's all that's grown.
This wasn't supposed to happen To not have you on my side, To lose you on a wire Where you stay out of sight. And with your head in your hands I cannot read your face, Can't read between the lines that This is a shut case
'Cause if you leave it like this The distnace's all we've known. Yeah if you leave it like this The distance's all that's grown.
'Cause if you leave it like this The distnace's all we've known. Yeah if you leave it like this The distance's all that's grown.
Compositores: Jinte Marc Luc Bernard Deprez, Maarten Jo Devoldere ECAD: Obra #10915481