You and I,
just faces in a picture,
lines from a forgotten song,
stranded in our silence,
we forgot to sing along.
You and I,
ships lost in the fog,
with no dreams to explore,
not sailing but drifting,
to our own desolate shore.
As Time plays hearse,
and love is buried deep,
hearts and faces so cold,
they dare not weep.
We heal our wounds,
with an empty sigh,
both you and I.
