She's still at the bottom of my dream
she's still pretty like before
her warm word
is a warm bed.
I still dream of her
and my heart is
still waiting for my love to come back to me.
But this night and town is
getting painted with my sadness
that's why I need her, my brother,
like never before.
Should I tell you what hurts
me more than earlier,
I'm carrying with me my pain, alone
I still didn't forget her
But I had everything
which you can only have once,
the warm love
in her eyes.
But I had that
and now I count my days
ever since I wasn't hers
like I don't even exist.
But my heart, love, loves her
from here to the sky
that's why I need her, my brother,
like never before.