Small Talk

Now her sense is off
She floats alone over her sea
Of a dark sparkling water
Where her pale face reflects
Showing how too many tears
Could change forever the look on her eye
Cause whenever she sees
How deep it could be for her
She turns to cry again

Living in this boat
With no life jacket
And no perspectives of loving someone so soon

Wishing to be a fish
With a very simple mind
In spite of spilling another soothing
Taking the pain from a black eyed
He'll never see her smile again
The one he framed
It disappears
Into a rush of white clouds
Moving to the skyline

Where you believe there's something better
You blow the house but before will write a letter
With scratches of her thoughts but don't write on the wall
Don't blow the house and leave here all the blame

We are two,
I feel the same
They are gone
We are together
Living in this boat
With no life jacket
And no perspective of loving someone so soon