I hear the bells tolling marking my date
it's the expected time of everyday
I talk to you, I whisper to you, you don't nod, you smile at me
that strange cold face has me going crazy
your devilish expression, your cadaverical pose
I have no other sense but seeing you again tomorrow
There in the stone bench hidden under the ivy
your permanent smile drove me lost again
I talk to you, I whisper to you, you don't nod, you smile at me
I have no other sense but seeing you again tomorrow
hearing again the bells at the marked time