I think that I don't remember you anymore
My eyes feel tired waiting to see you
I am looking at an old carte postale of yours
and I wonder who wrote those words that seem so unfamiliar to me right now
Now I've got a house
that you have never visited
now I've got a car
that you have never traveled with
and a feeling of sorrow, Ooh! A feeling of sorrow
that you can't even imagine.
Because everything goes on with out you
and now this is supposed to be my life
I think that I don't remember you anymore, but
during the nights that I am alone watching time passing by
I feel your hand caressing my hair
this touch of yours is still killing me