Zolas (The)
These Days
It started with a sandcastleToday washed up my tomorrowBut one night the mark was madeSeared in your flesh with canola oilThese days are piling upPiling up like bricksWalls blocking off the sunI miss youOh, call it what you likeMy shaky memoryWe knew it from the topWe're deep seaOn every bus I take there's an empty seatThere's an empty stare in every streetlampAnd the city nights are full of colorsColors dormant in the dayTrashy light in the sky and a rainbow of graysThe one thing that silence bringsThese empty-house eveningsMy dreams are haunted byGhostly pages that I can't fill
From Letras Mania