Walking inside your room
I feel as if I'm lost
it was last year, June
when you went out of sight
but not out of mind
I had to stay alone
and put the past behind
Wandering around the brine
we often used to
stare at in summertime
I feel as if you stand
on the waterside
so don't you think there is
something left untried
Standing at the place we met
I agree to be as you said
have to laugh about myself
yeah I do
yeah I really do
I should cry about myself
and my sick behaviour
but I can't keep a straight face
I don't know what to do
I feel totally displaced
I feel out of space
What you have said to me
left an aweful flavour
but now I am amused
it seems I hope, I feel
that I'm out of danger
I just can't laugh
Driving the streets we drove
I feel you by my side
I make my eyes rove
but when I see the plain
where we used to stop
a voice inside my brain
said let curtains drop
That was a place of sorrow
this was a place of joy
here I forgot tomorrow
pleasure and joy alloy
a place of sorrow
a place of joy
Mission, seclusion
a kind of disolution
Ruction, destruction
a failing reconstruction
Vexation, collision
object of derision
Tension, addiction
omnipresent friction
That was a place of sorrow
that was a place of joy
here I forgot tomorrow
pleasure and joy alloy
Love is as warm as tears
it is a precious veil
love is as cold as dark fear
can be a hurting nail