Your last days

Your last days were ice
Over the sun
And me I could die
Without crying
I know there’s a ceiling
For every flying

Your last days were eyes
On the window
Every hour a fight
For both of us
Sometimes I was dreaming
For a different light

I count my tears and crawl
And there is not a hope
And all my past is on
A broken dark mirror
Days are like nights, nothing will be all right, after this crime
The law of time, it’s not at all kind, towards your life

Your last days were fires
On the water
They have to be alive
For a moment
But not in my heart
Where you’ll be eternal

Your last days were what I
Didn’t want to
Be in front of my eyes
Without could
Make something to
Change this bad rule

I count my tears and crawl
And there is not a hope
And all my past is on
A broken dark mirror
Days are like nights, nothing will be all right, after this crime
The law of time, it’s not at all kind, towards your life