When you're gone
my senses start talking to me about you.
And I start noticing your hands on me.
When you're gone
I don't even look like myself.
And this, my love, makes me more fragile before you.
And you've got me.
It's not convenient.
You entertain yourself with my instinct.
I forgive you.
I look for a way
but alone I can't.
Don't you see now, here with me and in you
a shiver and one single beat?
Don't you see now that you're still in me
making me fall in love? Dying for you.
When you're gone,
I've realised there's no choice but you,
but the rhythm you give, the mess inside me.
And my ills
are normal.
You're easy to hate.
I forgive you
anyway,
but alone I can't.
Don't you see now, here with me and in you
a shiver and one single beat?
Don't you see now that you're still in me
making me fall in love?
Because like you no one else
has had this effect on me that makes me dream.
The calling of your heart
is stronger than me.
But you don't feel that I depend on you this way.
Give your lust for me to your mouth.
You've never been and never will be something regular.
When you're gone
my senses start talking to me about you.