You're gone and I don't understand anything
this world is strange and mute
I long to be with you there in the silence
Like the rain longs for water
Like the wind longs for air
Like beast longs for a night, like words long for lips
You know too much about me
You know almost everything about me
You know almost too much about me
I hope, that your road to that place
will always be joyful
I hope that you will remember us
when I can't come to you
It's easy to assume that things
are decided beforehand
I hope that your road to that place
will always be joyful
You're gone and I am no-one
These rooms are black, full of freezing water
Grief is like a sense,
over other senses it shouts:
"Let's invite in this party
everything, which once disappears"
I know too much about you
I know almost everything about you
I know almost too much about you
I hope, that...