Diox/The Returners - Telefon

Again the sun I'm in one of the cities,
I'm standing on the platform of the station, which measures the time
I know that you're alone like me I'm alone
I hold in my hand the phone number of the well-know
Number of years ago, that number had heard
empty promises that were broken as a cliche
the eyes have pictures that no one has seen,
but all this dust falls to the ground when the crystal
I would call the first push of numerals
few years of his life goes by, it will choose the second one
all the scrolls passed as second movie
time passes, I pass it, life goes by in a few moments
I see your face in the pictures of our past
Your eyes when I spoke frankly about love
Your eyes when we put together plans
those in which there was no hatred and betrayal

I have so much to tell you today
I know that time is irrevocably
So it had to be, you know yourself best
Those days are past, now it's all coming back..

Before I select the third digit in the phone
Be part of the next day, empty heart as platform
fill them with hope that one day I will tell you
and forgive me for everything between the truth and a concrete
my every verse was dedicated to you
in her eyes I see a flash, now I do not know what I carry
falls so low that the eye does not see them
looking at the ground in shame hanging his head and
two more traffic going from memory
four five six five four, the world is spinning
I know how much hope I have built over the years
I know how much ruined, I see that the world is recycled
know how many worries, tears, pain, many have carried
write it on wax that you create history
before I pick the last two and call
number one in the phone book suggests

I have so much to tell you today
I know that time is irrevocably
So it had to be, you know yourself best
Those days are past, now it's all coming back..

I called many times, not once problems
Your voice added, I always hope and faith
hope in a better future, the faith that we can do it
composition of loyal only you gave advice
I'm not necessarily as a clip at seven in the morning
I am one of those who fall asleep late, late risers
This is a moral hangover, this condition is fatal
This plan, which had not become triumphant
penultimate number, I feel like the last
when I go to the last ton at the bottom of a ship
fear on board, where I am the captain
I would take you by the hand and willing to go further
I do not have the courage to ask if you'll excuse me
I do not have the courage I only fear in the eyes of
I do not have the courage to ask if you'll excuse me
I want to tell you that I will always love you

I have so much to tell you today
I know that time is irrevocably
So it had to be, you know yourself best
Today, it all comes back .. I'm sorry ..