Текст песни Across Five Aprils - Through The Pane

Simply put I'm satisfied
Just to hear you speak.
And holding on to what you said
Last time, here with me.
I remember listening to passing cars,
On our backs staring at the stars...

I survive by these memories,
These memories of you...

So I'll press my face against the pane
Of the window as I watch you drive away.
The glass is still stained in my bedroom
Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick.
And once again I'm left here fighting tears away