And so it happens,
without even knocking,
sneaky flashbacks
staining my walls with your scent.

The strenght of a thousand fists of stone
becoming dust inside my throat,
and all the smiles and nonesense,
all the passion and comfort,
slipping away with those kisses.

Sweet and sour flashbacks
drawning me in a silent salty ocean.
Melting me,
comforting me,
leaving me breathless.

And so it happens,
youre always sneaking into every thought,
leaving your whisky voice behind
to walk me through all my fantasies.