The sound of your voice painted on my memories

With you - Linkin Park

I woke up in a dream today, to the cold of the static, and put my cold feet on the floor. Forgot all about yesterday, remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore. A little taste of hypocrisy and I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react. Even though you're so close to me, you're still so distant and I can't bring you back.

It's true. The way I feel was promised by your face.
The sound of your voice painted on my memories. 
Even if you're not with me, I'm with you.

You.
Now I see, keeping everything inside.
You.
Now I see, even when I close my eyes.

I hit you and you hit me back, we fall to the floor, the rest of the day stands still. Fine line between this and that.

When things go wrong I pretend the past isn't real. Now I'm trapped in this memory and I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react. Even though you're close to me, you're still so distant and I can't bring you back.

It's true. The way I feel was promised by your face.

The sound of your voice painted on my memories. 

Even if you're not with me, I'm with you.

You.

Now I see, keeping everything inside.

You.

Now I see, even when I close my eyes.

No, no matter how far we've come, I can't wait to see tomorrow. No matter how far we’ve come, I can’t wait to see tomorrow with you.