Lonely days
On this long drive
Strange names
And no goodbyes
The glass on the wall
Don't recognize at all
The shape or the form
Underneath your eyes
I'm not getting used to the sound of your soul
I travel along landscapes
Side by side with the moon
You won't hear me complaining
Cause I'll be gone too soon
We are alone
Inside this moment
In its most peculiar ways
No logic behind it
Not even a need to explain
I'm not getting used to the sound of your soul
It's hollow, it's haunting,
It's breathing on its own
There's an empty room by the ocean
With someone screaming inside
A passenger and a hunter
Trying to slow me down
I would never blame you
For not coming back
You're a man and I'm a woman
We had a simple circumstance
Like lonely days
On this long drive
Such strange names
And no, no goodbyes
No goodbyes