Two blue shirt buttons,
whispers caught in the doorway's breath,
two blue shirt buttons,
whispers caught in the doorway's breath.
All the past moments of last year,
yes, all those moments of last year,
they were my victories, my defeats,
yes, my victories, my defeats.
Listen, listen, hear this,
listen, listen, hear this,
all is yours, my love,
all is yours, my love.
Keys still lie there,
a few scattered writings remain,
the phone bill I paid,
still there, all of it, the same.
Keys still lie there,
a few scattered writings remain,
the phone bill I paid,
still there, all of it, the same.
Devdas's DVD,
the blue shirt upon the chair,
all the past moments of last year,
yes, all those moments of last year,
they were my victories, my defeats,
yes, my victories, my defeats.
A cup on the window,
a small USB stick,
empty fridge, dry leaves,
still there, all of it, the same.
A cup on the window,
a small USB stick,
empty fridge, dry leaves,
still there, all of it, the same.
A mobile, a SIM,
seeing it brought a thought,
all is desolate, all unknown,
the home that once was, is now a house.
The home that once was, is now a house.
Then all this is yours,
yes, everything is just yours,
all is yours, my love,
yes, yours, yes, my love.
Listen, listen, hear this,
listen, listen, hear this,
all is yours, my love,
just yours, my love.
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