Your eyes told to me When you are gone After those fancy words..
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs..
Pressed to my head to my head,
Your ran from the facts ...
When you go downhill
You thought it would be better,
Fire of love pressed onto your skin
Temperature of my skin
Flowed from your nape ..
My kisses poured to ground From your lips,
As long as you continue to walk My eyes stuck to your thoughts,
Now how you will take a breath?