كلمات Riders

Anything we said In frantic rage before you left our bed Had better been unsaid The era of our bond Were carried by our ignorance for long So sad to behold Lonesome ride on Frozen time to Find a way That we could start again To find the same And anything we swore Were fragile lies when we had closed the door to fool ourself again And all what has remained Is just the insight of our yesteryear So sad inane