More songs by Michael Patrick Kelly
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sometimes I hear your voice tricking on my mind.
People, coffee, and cars, they pass me by. Sometimes I wish I could call and just say hi.
I'm drowning out the noise in a sliding door.
There's a face in the bar I've seen before. Sometimes I wish I could hold you one more time.
I'm standing in the pouring rain, nothing feels the same.
I still see the traces of your lips.
The cracks, the crowds, the little things. I still feel the traces on my skin.
The tracks, the sounds in everything.
It hurts sometimes to hear your echo in each street or place that I go. I still see the traces of your lips.
The cracks, the crowds, the traces.
There's something in these walls lighting up the hills.
Something here in the silence that you fill.
If only you'd let me know what's on your mind.
Unfinished conversation, what's it like to see me now in this world out from your eyes? Sometimes I swear that you're walking by my side.
And standing in the pouring rain, nothing feels the same.
I still see the traces of your lips.
The cracks, the crowds, the little things. I still feel the traces on my skin.
The tracks, the sounds in everything.
It hurts sometimes to hear your echo in each street or place that I go.
I still see the traces of your lips. The cracks, the crowds, the traces.
I still see the traces of your lips. The cracks, the crowds, the little things.
I still feel the traces on my skin.
The tracks, the sounds in everything.
It hurts sometimes to hear your echo in each street or place that I go. I still see the traces of your lips.
Traces
English translation
Sometimes I hear your voice tricking on my mind.
People, coffee, and cars, they pass me by. Sometimes I wish I could call and just say hi.
I'm drowning out the noise in a sliding door.
There's a face in the bar I've seen before. Sometimes I wish I could hold you one more time.
I'm standing in the pouring rain, nothing feels the same.
I still see the traces of your lips.
The cracks, the crowds, the little things. I still feel the traces on my skin.
The tracks, the sounds in everything.
It hurts sometimes to hear your echo in each street or place that I go. I still see the traces of your lips.
The cracks, the crowds, the traces.
There's something in these walls lighting up the hills.
Something here in the silence that you fill.
If only you'd let me know what's on your mind.
Unfinished conversation, what's it like to see me now in this world out from your eyes? Sometimes I swear that you're walking by my side.
And standing in the pouring rain, nothing feels the same.
I still see the traces of your lips.
The cracks, the crowds, the little things. I still feel the traces on my skin.
The tracks, the sounds in everything.
It hurts sometimes to hear your echo in each street or place that I go.
I still see the traces of your lips. The cracks, the crowds, the traces.
I still see the traces of your lips. The cracks, the crowds, the little things.
I still feel the traces on my skin.
The tracks, the sounds in everything.
It hurts sometimes to hear your echo in each street or place that I go. I still see the traces of your lips.
Traces