Lost Keys

Lost Keys

Firas Adel Hallak

The music was feeding the homeless

I know it’s strange

But I’m really hopeless

The treasure found beneath the wood

Its treasure

But it would do no good

The carpets covering the truth

The spirit is spread beneath the books

I will go on, I will go on

I do hesitate when I see you burning me with fire

I do hesitate when I call you a liar

I know it’s something that can’t be found

And I’m sick of circles going round and round

I want you

I want you to feed my virtual wishes

But at the same time

I want you to be settled beneath the needles of time

Time will change everything

But still the treasure is silently waiting

Beneath wood and selfish crimes

Shivers inside and lost keys

Helping me to unleash the unsatisfied seas

Carrying me through the night

As I hear your whispers

Killing me