الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
These walls have eyes
Rows of photographs
With faces like mine
Who do we become
Without knowing where we started from
It's true
I'm missing you
And I stand alone
Inside your room
Everything that you made by hand
Everything that you know by heart
I will try to connect
All the pieces you've left
I will carry it on
And let you forget
I'll remember the years
When your mind was still clear
All the flickering lights
