Nevea Tears

Bellendaine

One more letter unreturned.

A starless night only delays more and these

shining blue waters reflect these lights of memories.

Drive faster...



Maybe we can leave the lights behind us...

But they're calling to come back...

I want to come back...

(These memories that wake breathing heavily like gold that I want)

I want to go back...



Turn around, turn around, turn around,

I want to go back...

The headlights and close calls, the missed calls.

I'm coming back to spill the ink, drive faster...

Maybe we can leave the lights behind us...

But they're calling to come back...

I want to come back...

(These memories that wake breathing heavily like gold that I want)

I want to go back...



I'll write for the last time, decide to seal it with a kiss.

She falls asleep with lids of words at a signing.

I never meant to hurt you,

I hate your every word.