A love, a distance:
It would brake our hearts eventually.
We knew it, we could feel it.
I felt the fear in every touch.
But it seemed to be so lovely.
Running, hiding, saving our love...
Those forbidden moments became our death.
A cry, a torment:
It broke our hearts... eventually.
We knew it, we felt it.
I felt the coldness in your last touch.
But it seemed to be so lovely.
Now it is over:
Loveless, lifeless.
what makes you think they know you now?