Letras
Step by step
Treading the same tile floors
The sweet silence of strangers talking
The memories of my brother's voice
Like a canary below carbon stone
Even spectating is not enough to feel less alone
The smiles that grace their lips
And at home and in bed
The hands that cling to hips
Every one of them seems so far away
And this foreign disconnect leaves my head in pain and my words unsaid
How I'd lay with sheets day after day
I'd sleep the sun away and drink the moonlight's remains
Too afraid to wake
And too tired to speak
Dreaming the same tired dreams night after night
Having failed to convinced myself of something more than the movement of sand's time