Words – second Version

It's going fast, to fast,
the world is vast,
and we are small, like ants.
My voice gets down,
just gazing around,
and see that I'm alone,
and I see the broken glass,
hope ran away through the window.

You've left me only words,
A game of hide and seek.
Melancholic hope,
actually – I'm weak.
You've left me only words,
till they'll fade away,
how I yearn to have these words today.

You've left me only words,
A game of hide and seek.
Melancholic hope,
actually – I'm weak.
You've left me only words,
till they'll fade away,
how I yearn to have these words today.

And the ice gets cold,
as I told you,
and now it's going through,
the grief becomes true,
but it's not effecting you:
strong, I always said,
till now you say no.

You've left me only words,
A game of hide and seek.
Melancholic hope,
actually – I'm weak.
You've left me only words,
till they'll fade away,
how I yearn to have these words today.

You've left me only words,
A game of hide and seek.
Melancholic hope,
actually – I'm weak.
You've left me only words,
till they'll fade away,
how I yearn to have these words today.