Motion: Музыка для спорта, уборки и концентрации 4

Every memory is a ghost haunting the ones that I love the most. Time is slipping through my hands like the falling Of the sands. Trying to rebuild the past, Knowing that nothing ever lasts. Can you hear me through the night? I just want to make it right. Hold my breath and close my eyes, Ready for the compromise. Let's go. I'm still waiting for a sign. Walking along the final line. Every heartbeat is a cue that I'm coming back To you. I'm still waiting for sign. Looking at the empty chair, feeling the coldness in The air. Everything is out of place. Missing the details of your face. Watching the colors start to bleed. You are the only thing I need. Just a fragment in the frame, whispering your secret Name. Hanging on a single thread, Remembering the things you said. I'm still waiting for a sign, walking along the Final line. Every heartbeat is a cue that I'm coming back To you. Ooh. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Waiting. Waiting.