Darling, there is still one more
empty evening behind us.
Our evenings with candles
are always in the wrong moment.
I remain alone again,
with the same lie that you will come.
The pale light in the apartment
is swallowing the night behind you.
And while I think of us,
all of those thoughts are darker,
will you understand one day
that everything for us is in vain.
When I meet you and when I'm quiet
I might still want you, know that.
But in my heart I suspect
that it's better for the both of us to end.