Walk in the park (Debe haber más II).

Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything. The face that you see in the door isn't standing there anymore. In a matter of time... In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind. In a matter of time.
The face that you saw in the door isn't looking at you anymore. The name that you call in it's place isn't waiting for your embrace. The world that you love to behold cannot hold you anymore.
More, you want more, you tell me. More, only time can run me.

Beach House