Verbatin

Not mine, but sometimes lyrics says exactly what you have inside.

"You have stolen my heart"

I don't know if you know 

But I feel you in me

Inside of my years
Inside of my bones

I remember the colors
In your mysterious eyes
Part of me stays
In the room where we met

And everything slows with my breath
As I watch you float cross the floor
And the night came as it went
I could swear that I knew you before
And maybe on another night, we were lovers in another life
Or maybe we were only strangers on mystery trains
And you were only a ghost that has stolen my heart away

I always wondered, if I knew you before
I feel like I had enough time on my hands

I know that you're with me still, I have this fear
One day I'll wake up and you'll be a dream

'Cause everything slows with my breath
And I watch you float cross the floor
And the night came as it went
I could swear that I knew you before
And maybe on another night, we were lovers in the moonlight
Or maybe we were only strangers on mystery trains
And you were only a ghost who has stolen my heart away

And now if you need me, you know where to find me
I'll be always falling under your spell

And everything slows with my breath
As I watch you float cross the floor
And the night came as it went
I could swear that I knew you before
Like maybe on another night, we were lovers in another life
Or maybe we were always strangers on mystery trains
And you were only a ghost that has stolen my heart away

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Brian Fallon

Charcoal

What is left behind once the flames of a sudden love dies down? 

Will all the exchanged smiles, laughter and sighs fly away to find another unsuspected host?

or will they be petrified into bricks of coal, 

keeping the visual remembrance of what one day lit the skies?

Will the charcoal turn into pencils giving wings to another artist demonstrating his own agony,

Staining his fingers, bruising the canvas, making love anew?

What will be left of us?

Helpless

I can't get enough of you. 

I want to immerse my entire day in the bare thought of you.

Helplessly learn all your traits, fell the electricity swimming thru your skin,

I want to know what kind of ribbons you tie to a tree,  

What tapestries enveloped your infant body?,

What colors fly your flag?, 

What notes move your body in unison?, 

Which god bend your knees?

What brings out your tears?

What takes your breath away?

Helplessly become part of you, since you are already most of me.

Inside

I see you on the person sitting by the window in a coffee shop, contemplatively eating his breakfast, 

I see you on a new friend as we get to know each other, 

I see you on a stranger standing in line across the busy market,

I see you passing by, looking behind,

I see you in a mirror when I gaze at myself,

I see you everywhere because in reality you are inside of me. 

Platonico

Oh Plato, what a cruel curse you've placed upon us.

You bring me the idyllic love

And take away the interest of my affection.

All unloved love remains perfect

Suspended in glory and agony

It never has the chance to be tainted with reality.

Forever ocuppies a pedestal in my soul. 

Unloved love remains perfect

Salt of my soul

Preserved, yet dry.

Forever, unfulfilled.

Generations to come

Will studied it's carcass

And theorize what loving you

Could have been.

Just the same.

I found you again. 

Funny thing is that now you wear a different mask, 

Glide on different toys. 

On Babel's tower we are practically on the same floor.

Where once we embraced in a bathtub, 

now we have sunsets and rainstorms. 

Dont lay down with wet clothes on,

Hold that kiss, 

oh...my dreams...sem dormir

And at the end of the day,

There you are, 

Just the same. 

K-pax

Where it lays the reality of you?

Is it here, is it back there or even back when?

You float between my awareness and delirium, 

Bring truths that only existed within my soul. 

You drag the agony of the clocks

thru a field of shadows.

The softer you speak, the deeper you reach. 

Galaxies apart, still

close enough to feel your warmth, 

Our worlds collide. 

Will you ever know?

Will you ever know the songs I want to listen laying on your shoulders?

Will you ever know the poems I wrote you in the darkest of the night?

Will you ever know the funnies I wanted to share with you? 

Will you ever know the flavors I want to entice for your palate?

Will you ever know the laughs I imagined on your lips?

Will you ever know that ... I always knew it?

Flow

There is a very narrow river that divides the land of "shoulds" and the land of "wants", where it flows the waters of what it could have been.
On the right side I lay, scorched by the warmth of daily waitings.
On the wrong side you gaze,
splendid by the coolness of possibilities that will never have the chance to prove itself more than a dream.
And the waters of what it could have been flows.
To reach the other side seems just a matter of stretching your hands.
To reach you seems to be a matter of stretching back in time.
So close, yet so unreachable.
And the waters of what it could have been flows.