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Regina Spektor – Hero


sometimes i sit by the window
tapping a finger at the glass
trying to recall times of happiness
moments of laughter
and i hear voices of lost days

the subway is far away now
and the boats are even further
lost are the hours afterwards
the minutes right behind the sorrow
left are words you wish you had said
when they were needed
and not repeating them now

and you wonder
where the letters and the touch of
something you thought youd never lose
goes
when things fall apart

where tiny cars and chairs of memories
goes
when things falls to pieces