Viktor Lazlo Stories
I remember quite clearly now when this story happened.
The autumn leaves were floating and measured down to
the ground.
Recovering the lake
where we use to swim like children
On the sun would dare to shine.
That time, we used to be happy
Well, I thought we were.
But the truth was that..you had been longing to leave
me.
Not daring to tell me
On that precious night
watching the lake
vaguely conscious
You said: Our story was ending
Now I'm standing here
No one to wipe away my tears
No one to keep me warm
And no one to walk along with
No one to make me feel
No one to make me whole
Oh! What am I to do?
I'm standing here alone
It doesn't seem so clear to me
What am I supposed to do about this burning heart of
mine
Oh! What am I to do?
Or how should I react?
Oh! Tell me please
The rain was killing the last days of summer
You had been killing my last breath of love
uh! Since a long time ago
I still don't think I'm gonna make it through another
love story
You took it all away from me
And there I stand
I knew I was gonna be the-----
The one left behind
But still..I'm watching the lake
vaguely conscious
And I know -----
My life is ending
