[Verse 1]
The world laughs with the voices of children who have never said goodbye,
puddles hold the gold of the sky like a final promise.
Your palm against my cheek—a warm letter,
already half-torn by time before I could read it.
[Pre-Chorus]
No war screams in the nights anymore,
yet the silence hammers like a second, orphaned heart.
In my breast sits a small dead bird from yesterday,
still trying to beat with broken wings.
[Chorus]
So beautiful—and yet it all slips through my fingers like honey on broken glass.
We love each other with the fervor of people,
who have already lost everything,
and know: this happiness is only borrowed light,
on a grave we keep warm for each other.
[Verse 2]
The streetlights weep yellow wax into the evening,
someone sings a song that smells of home, a home that never was.
Your breath on my neck—a whisper from another world,
where we would have remained unharmed.
But here, every touch tastes of what's missing.
[Bridge]
Peace is a thin layer of skin over open wounds,
beneath which throbs the old blood of last night.
We kiss as if we could sew up the holes in each other—
lip to lip, scar to scar,
yet between us this still, unquenchable weeping still grows.
[Final Chorus]
So beautiful—and yet it all slips through our fingers like honey on broken glass.
The world blooms loudly, while something inside us bleeds silently to death.
We cling to each other like drowning people trying to save one another,
knowing that in the end we will both go under—
together, at least together. [Outro]
Joy – a final breath in an empty room.
I hold you close until our ribs crack,
as long as the honeymoon shines…
before the ashes fall and turn us gray for good.
KAIRO
