Paroles de Old tired promises

We stack souvenirs on a shelf,
Feelings we have wasted,
And secrets we've said

We are now only silhouettes on a film,
In the long-awaited moments
(that) we'll finally forget.

We hide bruises and we keep all the pieces
Of our passed days in our pockets
'cause we believe in the ghosts of our past

We'll stumble against forthcoming years,
And faded memories, left
At the dawn of our sins

We trample old tired promises,
The colours we have waited
And sworn to never forget
And we left yearnings and we placed all the kisses
Of our blessed days in our stomachs
'cause we believe in the ghosts of our past