When the hand by itself starts to dial your phone number
than there are no days left where you aren't my restlessness
I'm betraying myself and trampling my pride
and it's like I've accidentally sat down there at your table
It's like I'm air, it's as if I don't exist
You're passing me by, but you pause with another
It's as if I have never kissed you
not even awake I've dreamt on your chest
It's like I'm air, it's as if I don't exist
like smoke of a cigar, I slowly dissapear
It's as if we never loved eachother
as if I'm not me and you're not you anymore
I'm still dreaming of angel's wings on you
but I know that I was only a comfort to you
When I don't regret to stay at the bottom because of you
Just so that I could meet your look in a passage