Текст песни
Sometimes a quiet boredom gets to me
And old nostalgia seeps through every wall
I take a pencil then, for company
And write about my soul, recalling all
A first love never truly disappears
Like a burn upon the heart, it stays for years
Like an old photo guarded by the soul
It won't come true, but in my dreams it's whole
You came to my home with such simple grace
Asking to fix a Proton – that tape machine
I brought you flowers, poems for your face
And promised your mom, so naive and keen
A first love never truly disappears
Like a burn upon the heart, it stays for years
Like an old photo guarded by the soul
It won't come true, but in my dreams it's whole
But then you left, and vanished from my life
I searched for you in every passing face
'Til your own mother, over coffee, with a knife
Of simple words, destroyed my hopeful space
She simply said She's married, she's a wife
It was a drama, a fall from grace
My heart a stone plunged into endless strife
They say time heals, but that is just a lie
It only makes the searing pain feel numb
I'm scared to go back to that town, and why?
To play a phantom part, my spirit glum
I'm scared that there, beneath a silent sky
I will forget that I'm alive and succumb
A first love never truly disappears
Like a burn upon the heart, it stays for years
Like an old photo guarded by the soul
It won't come true, but in my dreams it's whole
