back then it was an unfinished wall of insane amour and betrayal
with time we restructured it into an illusory castle but
all in vain, we never knew anything about home.

I nurtured the lilies and the tulips within the home
while you kept watering the wildflowers in the backyard but
all in vain, we never knew anything about the flowers.

our togetherness sounded fancy and all that we awaited for
this affair is a never-ending labyrinth and
all in vain, we never knew anything about understanding.

it all felt like loving each other inside a maze
the bodies undressing each other with each sip of wine but
all in vain, we never knew anything about love.

you were a sugarspice, while I chose to be sensitive as a metal
it was a beautiful love story honey but
all in vain, we never knew anything about us.

I feel butterflies while I indulge in the reminiscence
the castle we built looks incredible now but
all in vain, we know nothing about home.