Quarter to love | Elad Zabinski

Lyrics

It’s a quarter to love
It’s half past disappointment
The streets are filled
with lonely hearts Searching for
that one last chance

Walking through
A silent crowd
Looking for
The missing part

Like flames Dancing in the dark Strangers
Holding hands
Till’ the night ends

Faces pass
Pass me by
Rushing to the finish line
Sadness swims
inside their eyes
The hour glass
Is running out of time

Walking through
A silent crowd
A silence that
Is getting loud

Like flames...

I was hiding
from all the hands Looking to
grasp my heart piece by piece The walls I built Fell apart

Just like flames...