…and I walk through the bombs
In the haze of
the night
And the quiet’s a gun
When you try not to cry.
Now
I can’t feel the pain
As I’m dreaming again
Of the time that I
wasted
Not holding your hand
Then I stumble upon
All the words that you said
With my fist on the wall
And your fist in the air.
Now I can’t feel the pain
‘Cause I see you again
And it’s all in my head,
It’s too late,
I wish you stayed;
Your ghost is my safe shore,
Your voice is the blood blur on my shirt;
I wish you were here
To dance and color my world
And remind me to believe
Though we’ve lost the civil war
And I walk through the hole
That you left in my
chest
And the rain makes it worse
When you try to forget.
Now
I can’t feel a thing
And I’m shaking again
As I fall on my
knees
And I pray
I wish you stayed;
Your ghost is my safe shore,
Your voice is the blood blur on my shirt;
I wish you were here
To dance and color my world
And always believe
Though we’ve lost the civil war.
Marco Delrio 