Hanging on a wall
it's a sign of what it was,
a portrait of your past existence.
An old rusty nail, a shadow on the wallpaper, the trace of a better option discarded.

Hunting feelings there
But never so sincere
To fill our void with somebody else
Once a good man said: You're what you do not what you say
All the things you've done and you'll make.

And since that i'm not hearing
The words you think

Don't you come with me?
Things you're gonna see
If you're getting in
You'll be taken to that moment we felt:
Will you be the only one that i care?"