- cifra
When my face is not the face
You want to see every day
And my hand is not the hand
You want to hold when you're afraid
When my thoughts no longer comfort you
And my heart no longer moves you
When my voice no longer soothes you
Where will you be?
When the world that we've made
Is nothing but a drone
And your head on my breast
Doesn't feel like home
When my thoughts no longer comfort you
And my heart no longer moves you
When my voice no longer soothes you
Where will you be?
When you think
That your love is not enough
And you think
That my love is not enough
When my thoughts no longer comfort you
And my heart no longer moves you
When my voice no longer soothes you
Where will you be
