Texty: Kurhaus. A Future Pornography. The Sound Of Snow.

I try not to remember, i try not to forget
the promises we made and the secrets that we had
if i forget them i will lose you
but if i keep them i will lose myself
into the night i call your name
but if i scream like no tomorrow
there will still be no reply

embrace me, cover me
fill my lungs with frozen death
help me to forget
kill my love before it kills me

so white and so cold
if you touch it it melts like hope

a smile is still a smile
and a sigh is still a sigh
and memories will be memories
but there will be summer again
in the part of my heart that you used to live in
and there will never be sunshine again
for my eyes that have witnessed your grave will go blind

and i will never forget you