Verse, chorus, bridge.

We tore through walls. Stared through empty halls. Found sanctuary in the hearts we buried.

And we raised our glasses, to old lovers and to new wars. Time that passes and the past that will collapse under heavy corridors.

Open doors. Lying to ourselves with hearts displayed on shelves. We couldn't trick the dying days if we tried.

If only the walls could talk.

You're the verse, and I'm the chorus, and love is the bridge we've built between us.

We are not just people or a human like structure, we are the song of our generation with hearts ready to rupture.

We spoke, throats trying not to choke, on the words we did not dare to speak.

We paralyzed our thoughts, but time didn't stop. God damn the hands on the wooden clock.

We found our way, we faught the day.

We uncovered ourselves before our bodies decayed.

....i'll come back to this. Spur of the moment thought.