Over the sea and far awayWent on a visit again.
She's waiting like an IcebergBrought the results as usual
Waiting to change,Same date, same place.
But she's cold insideNothing changes. Except that I brought a friend.
She wants to be likeA teacher, really.
the water,The first visitor. I don't know if she will be the last.
We get on the bus to the columbarium.
All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embraceIt's quiet, just like any regular visit I made.
They're one and the sameJust that I'm going to show my teacher where my grandmother has taken pernament residence
Just like waterIt's very personal. But I feel she has a right to know.
We visit her father first. She smiles when she sees him, and introduces me to him.
Then the fire fades away
But most of everydayHer offering is merely a simple breakfast of a hotdog bun and milk
Is full of tired excusesIt's evident how much she dotes on me.
But it's too hard to sayI don't deserve it.
I wish it were simpleThere are things that I am not entirely truthful about
But we give up easilyBut I plan to keep it like that
You're close enough to see thatUntil the time is right, she will come to know
You're.... the other side of the worldShe's the one who knows me best
to meMy other mum.
We now go to visit my grandmother.
On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingersHer eyes fall on her portrait
and feelings alikeAnd the one next to it.
But the time has comeThat's a side of a family history I don't mention
To move alongIt's kinda sad actually
She wipes the portrait clean and examines the dates on the slates
Then the fire fades away
But most of everydayI point out the birthdates and the day in between
Is full of tired excusesShe smiles and makes small talk with my grandmother.
But it's too hard to sayEven though they haven't met
I wish it were simpleShe knows alot about her and me
But we give up easilyIt's that something we have
You're close enough to see thatJust that my grandmother isn't here anymore
You're.... the other side of the worldShe can't see what I'm doing now.
I don't know what else to do
Can you help me?
Can you let me goI feel lost without her
And can you still love meHurts a little bit now
When you can't see me anymoreI still think it's my fault
There are people who keep telling me not
Then the fire fades away
most of everydayI want to believe them. But the inner demon says otherwise
Is full of tired excusesHe/she still has the hand around my neck
But it's too hard to sayI'm wearing a smile I cannot seem to wipe off my face
I wish it were simpleMy teacher's here
But we give up easilyShe know's what I'm going through now.
You're close enough to see thatThe guilt, agony...
You're.... the other side of the worldShe's on the other side. There's nothing I can do
Ohh.... the other side of the worldJust go through my life as it is now.
You're.... the other side of the worldI'm never gonna see her again.
To me.sucks.
The other side.
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