Bombers

This is the deepest cut I,
Think I have ever felt,
These are the things I think but I will never tell.
I´m trying to walk these bridges,
Burning beneath my feet,
Well I am an echo I am heard but never seen.

These are your hearts,
Like bombs they´re coming down,
They´re falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There´s a bomber in me too.

This is a mirror image,
Of everything I´m not,
Always reflecting what I´ve learned but was not taught.
If I could make things different,
If I could press restart,
Then I would hold back every breath that went too far. These are your hearts,
Like bombs they´re coming down,
They´re falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There´s a bomber in me too.

Sometimes I feel like I am working in the dark,
Collecting names collecting all the mending hearts.
And if your one that I have missed along the way,
Then I´m rehearsing all the things I´d like to say.
This isn´t easy for me,
This isn´t easy.

These are your hearts,
Like bombs they´re coming down,
They´re falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There´s a bomber in me too.

These are your hearts,
Like bombs they´re coming down,
They´re falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There´s a bomber in me too.