Lovers Have Their Say - Birds In Row

We could have saved them one by one

All the lovers left all alone

We could have killed them one by one

For putting beauty into vain words

Something is missing

When no more candles could light the dark

When no more roses could add some colors

When everything around me smells like someone

Who disappeared into your mirror

We are the saviours of our dignity

We are the leftovers of crucified generations

Made out of murders and of abuses

Digging the gap between moulded heads and the passion

We are the prayers needing no churches

We are the sense of all no name rebellions

We are the quitter and the rejected

We are the betrayal to a two thousand year old question