Puzzle

the sky that i looked at up for a bit
the ordinary days that were too good to be true
every time when i turn my back
you only mutter

where should i go
with you, who have such a face
the shadows in the back of the alley
the needle of the clock
repaints the stopped time
my hands that reached out

i had abandoned
the puzzle that wont interlock
together until we meet
its something lost
so the last piece
must be found

the memory that faraway day
that i forgot about some other time
if i stacked it on the corner of my heart
there only be nostalgic sceneries
and catchphrases during that while
as if confused
i turn my eyes downwards
please dont stand still
chase me

the words that we exchanged
cant form shapes
but my irritating feelings convey my thoughts
lining up my shoulders with the pouring rain
in this way
when it comes to the direction of the wind
you know it
its a new beginning

my hands that reached out
i had abandoned
the puzzle that wont interlock
together until we meet

its something lost
lets recover
the last piece
and start walking

-Round Table feat Nino