Up above the clouds it's peaceful
But this love of ours
Doesn't belong to the sky
We're down here
Amongst everyday things
Of days and days oh so grey
There's an air of snow upon your face
My words
They're bitter words
Without motive
Sooner or later in our hands
Nothing more will remain
It's an impossible life
This life together with you
You don't laugh or cry
You don't speak anymore
And you can't find the words to tell me why
Long is the path of our love
I've already thought up
A thousand new songs
For your eyes
More than a thousand new songs
That you never sing