How can I even remember a song without priming its symphony.
We were two like rhythms –
Boring, unexciting, toneless souls,
Craving for something – a magic perhaps.
Looking for the right filler to complete this half-baked story.
Then suddenly you gave me the look…
That moved me to pull back
To leave and retract.
And when you asked me, “what’s wrong?”
I said, “we were always out of tune.”