
In every name
I see your face
always staying the same
which even time
and wodka/lime
shall never erase.
Right from the start
inside every single song
I heard your voice sing
but now, the notes are wrong
and all it does is sting..
deep in my silent heart.
Through a tempest of Hope,
believing that for once in time
I could stand up and cope..
while I would rise and climb
but time's a curse
and fate is worse
slamming the door
written on it once more
a Name...


