Our paths will never cross again And that's the way you wanted it You never could care less about the way we ended up We swim in different circles now I saw your tracks in snowy ground And didn't want to follow them as you fell off the earth Sightings few and far between I have no words when they tell me A figure spotted roaming in the icy mountain wilds There was a time I felt for you Would collect these words like drops of dew And savour on my tongue in season dry
And I don't know you I used to likе to pretend to We'rе nothing but myths now That neither of us believe in
You hear how I achieved good ends Out of the mouths of mutual friends And shrug and raise your eyebrows in the way you always have And with that too they carry rumors of When someone last saw my movements A shadow treading through the willows in the forest land Messages that reach our ears are met with an indifference I never thought I wouldn't care about you
But here we are Flung to earth's corners far We're nothing but myths now That neither of us believe in My tongue's forgotten how To shape your name, the way it sounds We're nothing but myths now That neither of us believe in
No muscle memory, no lingering taste No persistent impulse to pick up your trace I left you no note, you left me no sign Of where I plan to go, of what you've gone to find Sweet indifference, gentle apathy Wholesome, quiet dispassion Restful neutrality
We're nothing but myths now That neither of us believe in We're nothing but myths now That neither of us believe in
Compositor: Paris Paloma Phillips (Paris Paloma) ECAD: Obra #43109642