How many times I've tasted the saline drops
How many times I've cried myself to sleep
Sitting in the corner like a prisoner of your memories
Drowned in the sorrow of my mind so deep
Where i saw those beautiful times
When you set the nights on fire
When you shone brighter than the saphire
Who knew you were that smooth of a liar
Remember the times when we made love
And the poetries began to be flowing within us
The forces of darkness conspired to kill them
We were strong baby, no trace of cuss
We were souls overfilled with love
The love that was beyond all the distances between the galaxies
No sky was to high for us we were those birds
But Who needs a gun to kill when you have words?
