It's cold ,
the nite has taken over the endless sun,
just six minutes past my love,
memories take position in the battlefield,
ready to attack my defenseless heart.
Cold, the weather is cold.
Reason is standing next to you,
holding a gun loaded with excuses,
you are ready to fight,
and I don't understand why.
Wait a minute,
before the battle begins,
let my heart take cover under your freedom,
cause it seems it's the only blessing i have to my name .
So lets fight for what should be
instead of what could have been.
When this war is over,
think of me and hold me tight,
to your thoughts, to your mind,
while you walk across
the ruins of two broken hearts.