I wandarer all night
On empty streets
Gnaring day by day
Her breath on my neck
At a misty, wet street
Layed down on stones
I touched her shoulder
I was shook
World halted
In your absence
In your absence
That same feeling
That same illision
Wind;
A compass
I was drifting to her shore
Out of sight
Her breath on my neck
At a misty, wet street
Layed down on stones
I touched her shoulder
I was shook
World halted
In your absence
In your absence
That same feeling
That same illision