The corroding function by Still water to rain

So far away from home (Part I: In the mood for love)

by Still water to rain· from The corroding function

How can I feel alive when my heart is beating on the palm of your hand... and every driven mile coming back home is letting me so far away from the real one? Can't find the strength to carry on... Wondering how beautiful it could be but I don't wanna dream nomore 'cos the awakening is the hardest fall. I know it well... I know it... Well I'm still here, killing time, back to routine... Don't wanna think those shared moments were just a parenthesis. Don't wanna add your name at my melancholy diary.