I'm a kiss, you're the tongue
Sounds of a miss take so long
Should we regret the past in new
Getting back to old schoool.

I'm the sand you're the sea
Complaining a desert inside if me
My mind made up an ilusion
Shake your head and get your on conclusion.

(chorus)
Try to make it strory of our past
Hard to break the future at last
I just want to run away
It's so hard to stay
I'm going on direction of the sun.

I'm a friend you're tattoo
Eternal memory of truth
It can never be erased
On your chest the face

Of a star making a fusion
With the world on a delusion
The aurora constallation
Six o'clock at the train station.