Himself the memory, gently of you

It is as if there were never state here

In my sleeps you appear and I feel you

You went as usual

And I ask he happened

By himself that emptied inside gently of my

And I keep it by that I feel that

It is something that you lent me

Yet not alive waiting

By you

You disappeared the way you arrived

And when wanting to touch you not these

You are a ghost that lives in me

Inside yet not one if you are real

Or by myself I join invention, and you I am surprised

In this as bitter drink

Solitude yet not alive waiting

By you

You disappeared the way you arrived

And when wanting to touch you not these there, and

As you forgot that I die without you

And to get you out I have to open

I will, look, I will, find, I will, sing in tune

I will, bleed, I will bleed

You disappeared the way you arrived

And when wanting to touch you not these there, and

As you forgot that I die without you

And to get you out I had to, I had to

I had to open.