Somedays I sit back on the terrace,
Stare at the tree, I promised to abide.
But spent days numb, breaking all the promises.
And nowadays I again sit on the terrace,
Staring at the moon, searching for a shooting star.
And all I want to wish is to talk to you.
Is it too much to ask?
To wish to talk to shadows, I promised to spend days with.
Is it too hard to get back and talk to you?
To be the girl I used to be,
To wish again for a friend, I find solace with.
And nowadays I still wait for you,
To talk to you,
Stare at the moon and hear your melodies in shadows of night.