every day someone talks to me about you
I try to get the pain out of my soul
every day someone talks to me about you
I try to explain to me you're not coming back
but in the night, when there is no light,
when everyone leaves
you walk slowly into ny dream
you're not just a memory
I feel you so close to me and it seems real
but then you leave again
and when I wake up your absence is present
every day someone talks to me about you
and says to me that time is a spinning wheel
every day I could reach high
and then go down spinning as well
but in the night...