Cartas sin Destino

Hello Patrick, Tic Tac, Tic Tac Time keeps moving, slowly the seconds turned into minutes followed by hours of aching and sorrow The hope eventually gave in as days fade in but the hope of your return remainds even if the days have become weeks. Tic Tac, Tic Tac The clock tells me another day is soon to be over The world shapes into a room and there in the middle of it all it's me, lost in the light and darkness that now surround me. Tic Tac, Tic Tac To return time is not an option But to fast forward, I wish to do Thousands of voices, hundreds of hands all wanting to lift me up But I'm afraid that if I let go You will return and I won't be here Tic Tac, Tic Tac I guess I have to go Your ears have gone deaf, You can't hear me cry Your eyes lost in a new horizon You can't see me walk Your heart turned into stone You can't appreciate my love. Tic Tac, Tic Tac The seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and then years. And you still can't see me, hear me, touch me or love me.