Woorden: Last Winter. Under The Silver Of Machines. Kiss So Hard.

You kiss so hard that I stop breathing

So I got your letter early Monday morning
and I could not believe my eyes

It said: "things aren't working here,
I'm coming home my dear.
Please tell me you havent forgotten me."

You kiss so hard that I stop breathing
and I could stay right here
Oh won't you let me?

You kiss so hard that I stop breathing
and I could die right here
but you wouldn't let me

Now I'm at the station waiting 7:30
like your letter clearly stated
You said that you'd meet me here
but you weren't there my dear
I can't believe you broke my heart again