End Of The Story

Too many dreams Too many broken hearts lie here Too many fairytales still left undone I hear the laughter outside Off from my planned trajectory Kicked up the dust from old days Choking on the scent of salt It's the end of the story Looking backward I will long for your touch And your cheek when it's red When it's red When it's red Crashed in on scorching hot sand Sunburn on the surface of limbs Adrift in the kingdom of light Still dreaming in your arms It's the end of the story Looking back now Nothing smells like your gin Nothing sounds like our fights It's the end of the story Looking backward I will long for your touch And your cheek when it's red When it's red When it's red Too many dreams Too many broken hearts lie here