At the end of the street is a brick house
From here I can hear the music
That comes from there
With a smile on his face
They toast

Stuck on this side
Seeing you through the screen
In the absence of touch
Your face gets cold
And I get warm

Do you hear when I cry?
It was yesterday that I saw you smiling at me
Now we have a tattooed skin
The same one that killed me killed you
Or did we survive?

At the end of the street
It has a pink grass
A dog that plays
While they toast to be together

Do you hear when I cry?
It was yesterday that I saw you smiling at me
Now we have a tattooed skin
The same one that killed me killed you
Or did we survive?

I could knock on the door and get in
But from the sidewalk
I cry with rooted feet
Waiting for our toast
From a new day