What made perfect sense last night may vanish tomorrow
Fearful of what we did fearful of what they saw
Who knows what pain you hide, tears will never show
Fearful of what we did, fear turns hearts into stones
Maybe silver bruised your skin and freezed you to the bones
When nothingís there to steal when glowingís turned to ghost.
What made perfect sense last night may vanish tomorrow
Fearful of what we did fearful of what they saw
Iím the heat that kept you warm fighting moons in free fall.
Never wished to make you cry what I meant theyíll never know.

Digging in the past
You'll find the spark that set the fire now
And how I fell for you
When all will be burned
Letting some ashes on our minds
Remember how big was this spark
To keep this smoke alive