On our breaths
Secrecy lingers
We don’t know why
But we’re like
Strangers

We never meant
For this to last
Wipe it all away
It’s in the past

But still we’re stood here
Melancholy whispers
In the breeze
A silence that lingers
Like a ghost amongst the trees
All the blood that has been shed
In secrecy
Will mess with our heads
And you will walk away
Nothing said
Just a stream flowing through it
Crimson red

(c) 2015