Midnight has passed, one o'clock is approaching
I'm sitting in a room talking to the walls
I cannot sleep when you are not here
I stare at the mirror killing time
And so I ponder perpetually
Are you also waiting, or is it only I?
Trust me and don't think badly of me
I'll tell you of things that I know
To you I can promise the most
For you I will make a bouquet of words
Maybe it will suffice, I have nothing else
Maybe forever you will remain now
Then again, it doesn't matter
If with tomorrow you will come too