Сrumbled to dust

Out of my sight, silent like a shadow
I did not notice your lack
There is no you around to follow
And you will not come back

Why would I want your old number?
I do not know the answer,
Maybe it keeps me in the past
Because my real crumbled to dust

I bet you do not want to hear from me
All apologies that are too late
Without you, I can not even fall asleep
But I bet you have forgotten me or hate

Why would I want your old number?
I do not know the answer,
Maybe it keeps me in the past
Because my real crumbled to dust

And I throw things in the car
Because nothing keeps me here
In your freshly bought house
Where everything reminds me

About ..

Wonderful days and nights
Kissing under Christmas lights
Small meaningless fights
And now I'd rather be died
Under song that you sing
And melody of silver rings
With no extra screams
But with great love to you

Then I will not need your number
I will find all the answers
And none of us will be held for the past
Because there will be no dust 

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