Past Evening

When the ring of the door,
The cry of the storm,
Fulfilling dreams,
We forgive, we forget.

All the promises,
The ghost of forever haunt,
Our story of change,
Is close and lock.

Call the people’s sirens,
At the club we met,
When our eyes crossed past evening,
Standing behind the desk.

Those red eyes you had,
The crippling bones,
You sweat, the blood, the sacrifice,
You did all that you.

When you called for help,
The scary, trembling over me,
Between the cypress trees surrounded me,
The ringing number beneath my knees.

We called ourselves to fight for love,
The howling stories we both grew up,
The crash, those smoke, the trauma we see,
But don’t give up, we’re both to flee.

You fight, I fight,
It’s what our promise,
An equal sign what you experience,
And when the past evening past,
The curvy line turned straight into our love.