Tightening of the Screws

Where are you as we live these separate lives
Where are you as I try to recognise
Our forgotten days that live silently
Distant memories taunt me
When did you begin
To think that this over
and lie in to my eyes?
When will I begin to let this die?
How can you break these old familiar ties?
How can you be here and not realise
All these homesick dreams that you cant see
Future fantasies haunt me
How could you begin
To say that this over
Tell me to my eyes
How can I begin to let this die?
Wiser men would say
A future can’t be made
By tightening of the screws
In people you can use
Years have passed since then. In a different place.
I feel nothing now when I see your face
Too much time has passed to lay the blame
Yet seems to me you’re running just the same
When will you begin
To see again it’s over
I see in it your eyes
When will you begin to let it die?