I'm watching your situation I loved the most while sleeping
your hair is messy, marks of the pillow in your face
like a sunday breakfast.
Ours was like a love between
your little games, your great wars.
like night's sleep of a sunday
whatever I do, it doesn't work, like I used to do
no one makes me smile or cry like you (x2)
it has to be over now, both of us understand
if so why are both of us crying
whatever I do, it doesn't work, like I used to to do
no one makes me smile or cry like you (x4)