The Stare - Istra

So we’ve come

To the end of our line

And I know you’re thinking of me

You’re staring as you cry

And the staring leaves me wanting

All I have left is what’s in my mind

Of the the day we said goodbye

Though we never said goodbye

And I’ll find myself dreaming of the day

I’ll see you’re smile again

And we’ll leave this broken glass behind

'Cause I woke to find

Life was not a nightmare in my sleep

And the stare will come over me

And the stare will come over me

No one’s there to tell me

Everything will be alright

No one’s threre