As the minuts go slowly by,
the hours sneak in.
I’m wondering where you are,
still waiting for a sign.
Days float away,
months sailing over the oceans.
The houses crumble down,
dust fills the air.
While I’m trying to reach the sky,
I know you’re hitting rock bottom.
Why do I keep trying to make you understand,
if you can’t hear me from where you are?
The fire burned our chemistry away.