Echoes

I screamed for your love
And only got echoes
Not a word from the other side
Not even a Hello
Painting futures in my mind
Like an asylum patient:
I guess, to everything its time
I guess, each stroke requires patience...

Chorus:
But I think I'll let it go
Go back to mixing my Blues with some Red
Cause I guess
There was nothing to be said.
Echoes are born from empty space
Echoes come back from an empty space

Colored my heart purple
Brave after so many years
It bloomed open, it went vocal
Singing of happy days.
But songs can't go on forever
At some point the horse gets tamed
And I guess it's only fair
That waiting ain't my game...
Anymore...

Chorus:
And I will let you go
Go back to mixing my Blues with some Red
Cause I guess
There is nothing to be said.
Echoes are born from empty space
Echoes come back from an empty space.

I guess, to every soul its mate
To every twin its flame,
I guess.
We're both paying off our debts
Closing tabs with fears
But at one point I'll say:
We just weren't meant for this...

Chorus:
And I will let you go
Go back to mixing my Blues with some Red
Cause I guess
There is nothing to be said.
Echoes are born from empty space
Echoes come back from an empty space.