Bottle unopened, silence in the dark,
the truth wore out, the clock tick-so.
All I said, like an old gossip,
I know you do not believe in that old number
.
The truth you say
when will she hurt you?
To be honest, can we,
with the risk that it will hurt?
I know you're hiding the truth and doing well,
here and there you delete, here and there add ...
It is harder to understand that I was lying with gentle words.
I can forgive a mistake, but the lie will be between us.
The bottle open at the table stands
and love forgot - besides her I and you ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...