Break away from it all Nothing to expect doesn't make me fall I've recalled your number a lot of times Unhappy I couldn't tell you Why I feel my feelings independently of what you think Why I live my life indifferently of how it tastes There's confort in the knowing, less when you write courage
What you wanted to see until you look at me? What you wanted to be until you look away?
I've recalled your number a lot of times Sending letters just to feel alive And all you sent me was a knife That cutted in pieces my weakest life
Last year was waiting here And my memories faded away Seven numbers and seven stars The fire escape from the last goodbye
