"...I could write a thousand words
But I’d rather make a picture instead
I’d rather go for a walk or drink another vodka sour
or have another sleepless nap
where I dream about this shapeless heart
that has arms but not her eyes
not her smell, not her heart
that once would hold me in its endless love
I guess the memories keep coming back
Like the whisper in the back of your mind(how can I find something new?)
I’m starving for something new, for a change to come
She once told me that everything is running
So why the whispers keep on coming
Why it can’t just simply flow.."


By soulfullyrics