From the skies above to the rivers below your the repetitious rhythm that flows inside of here breathing in your only scent the only thing that still lingers i count on you to hold up and show the fingers that tell me how many times we could have spent together but had better things to do tell me it's all a lie the footstep sounds of when you walk by is the sound i hear the most. the only sound, i can get out of you i can't say what i want to say but i want to find the day when i'll be ready ??any good???