El sitio del rock en Argentina 22 años online

Octafonic

That's ok

I heard you crying through the door
another tear was dropped
a grain of sand a taste of clay
so delicate as porcelain
and that’s ok.

I saw you standing in the dark
just talking to yourself
crushing the silence in the air
no play no hope no fun and games
but that’s ok.

I saw you writing on a page
a thousand words and shapes
it aches and hurts when you’re afraid
afraid to think there’s no more love
and that’s ok.

I saw you wrapped in too much pain
I tried to lend a hand
and offer you a piece of mind
so you can sleep at night again
and that’s ok, and i don’t know
but that’s ok.

You’ll become a butterfly that flies from sorrow
Let it go, get up and find the strength to carry on
you and me, know that life is hard when you’re alone
but that’s ok, that’s ok.

You’ll become a butterfly that flies from sorrow
and I know that even scars look beautiful on you
you and me, know that life is hard when you’re alone
but that’s ok
and I don’t know
that someday
it’ll pass away.