as night turned into morning
making a living by talking of the killings of our loves
the crickets sang and the stars burned
and i waited for moonlight to kiss (you)
hoping to meet you in your (bed)room
but the truth was we never knew what to do
time flew but the night stayed strong for us
the gods dont wait for permission
to take fate and make careless moves
so we spoke soft
and hoped for sparks
but these holes are too deep
graves already marked
coffins already placed
if only we knew how to love
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