Night
that awakens itself,
day
that puts itself to sleep.
Infinity is always there,
between a memory and a desire,
and I watch it go by—
and I watch it sweep away
everything that is and will be
like a bridge over flowing waters.
Today how I fantasize.
Tell me you want me, I want you and perhaps I might not.
Among the memories,
on one bank, only me—
on the other, what was mine.
And I watch it go by—
and I watch it sweep away
everything that is and will be
like a bridge over flowing waters, flowing waters.
And I watch it go by—
and I watch it sweep away
everything that is and will be
like a bridge over flowing waters, flowing waters, flowing waters.