Who had a look inside my head
and built you from a dream of mine?
Your skin is cool and soft
your eyes resembling stars
and they look at me mockingly
as I’m incapable of sweet talk.
Sometimes I’d like to seduce you
to touch you merely with my glance
as you‘re so delicate.
And what I like to feel the most
before I get lost in a dream
is how you’re breathing.
Without you I am not much
like a broom without a stick
like a window without glass
like Mallorca without bars
like a bird without a nest
and so I hold fast onto you.
I feel protected by you
you are so beautiful as you sit here
and wait for me.
You don’t have to swear your love
I’d just like to hear forever
how you’re breathing.
I never picture how it’d be
were you gone for good one day
as that is too hard.
But if one day I should lose you
I will feel within my dreams
how you’re breathing.