past of us.

I could swore that I saw fire in your eyes
last night
when we were together
talking
trying to find a way out of the troubles
of every day
I thought we were on tune
like a danced equilibrium
what are we really possible to do
to make it fine again?
missunderstood, are not we really?
years in inner tears
yelled fears
babe, we once were made to be herein
now the real need is to follow another way
the real feel is the love of the past of us
what we chase is not on the same path
separated we are better
distance is our fate since some time
the fire in my eyes is not for you
is just for the thought of the past of us
the missing
oh I could swore I saw fire in your eyes
last night
but it was just the light of the living room reflected on them
embrace to let go.