Ah, if I was a pigeon
that flies from the roofs down to her heart
If I was at least in that glass
that she drinks from
I would go right down to her feet
If I was dead I would come back every morning to see her when she‘s going out.
If I had the sea in my hands
we would go away to the place that is most far away
At least think of me
without thinking, think of me
if you go far away, write me,
even without hands, just write me
If it‘s too dark, call me
grab your phone, talk to me,
me and the night are right here
But how can I hold a heart
with my hands always dirty with coals?
Thousand years have gone by,
it‘s been so long since I‘ve looked at you and you won‘t talk to me.
Without her I would die
but I close my eyes and I always know where you are
farther and farther away,
or in this drop that fell on my hand
At least think of me
without thinking, think of me
if you go far away, write me,
even without hands, just write me
If it‘s too dark, call me
grab your phone, talk to me,
me and the night are right here.
How is this possible...
At least think of me
without thinking, think of me
if you go far away, write me,
even without hands, just write me
If it‘s too dark, call me
grab your phone, talk to me,
me and the night are right here
If it‘s too dark, wake up,
if you are sleeping, dream of me
if you dream of me I will be right there inside you
farther and farther away
or inside this drop that fell on my hand