Exile

On Sunday night the bed is vast
Holding onto feelings of not sleeping, I wait for morning
I have a place to come home to, I can't grow to love you
I've known that from the beginning

How many memories must we have before we call it love?
Please put a name to these feelings that are tightening in on my heart

When I kiss you I close my eyes because I don't want to see tomorrow
When you hold me my pounding heart believes in you again
Without speaking, I cry out "I love you"

I haven't been going toward the play-like love that comes from
Just following the usual speech for a long time now

People call a romance that can't hurt a single person love
But as we shoulder this crime, we can have the resolution to live our lives

When I leave the room I want you to say "Goodnight" not "Goodbye"
Hit by the fact that it's over, that's my last selfishness
I can't sing love songs all alone anymore

If we could have met each other earlier, if I could have known you better
We still would have been going at different paces
But if we'd known each other longer, if we could have faced one another
Our hearts would have been overlapping (I love you)

When I kiss you I close my eyes because I don't want to see tomorrow
When you hold me my pounding heart believes in you again
Without speaking, "I love you"...

I've told myself that "I'm weak", but you're cunning
Taking off my watch and giving me a smile, you're kind
Don't get rid of your smile, I don't want to see through your lies