Like an injured bird who doesn't know how to sing anymore
Like a guitar string which has just broken
Like the sun that is dead and heartfelt in July
Like a shadow that cries, without knowing where to go
Like the day where hope that is just nothing but memories
Like a mirror game when one can't get out
Like a flower torn by the wind and the rain
Like time stopping on the clock of life
And then there's you
You will be none of these things
You came
With love up to the fingertips
I reach out, you come
And I'm surprised every time
My love
Like an unending winter no longer waiting for summer
Like an image of the morning one can never forget
Like the voice of silence that comes to crucify us
Like a night where absence that is too heavy to hold
Like a stone path which starts to drift away
In the middle of the sea or no one that can follow us
When the current pulls us into the hazard, we will remember
We will wake in a delusion of sand in hand