Sometimes I think
That it wasn’t real
The echo of an echo
Nothing more
Sometimes I feel
This sensation
Of a classic fiction story
Maybe it came from som place
That didn’t exist and never will exist
And only I believed I touched
Lost love love love
On the edge of oblivion
That one day will come back like … (dunno that one)
To stay
Lost love love love
Present from a stranger
That one day
Will come back to rescue me
From my world wihtout air
Some nights
You apear
Ghost without form
And without light
So mi imagination
Takes off
And hears the sound
Of your voice
In the middle of the loneliness
And in the darkness
That surrounds me more and more each time
Lost love love love
Maybe it came from som place
That didn’t exist and never will exist
And only I believed I touched