Getting lost in so many elusive dreams
here I am tonight again, talking about her
And hanging on like a child from all those that remind her
before that fear comes which consumes me little by little
and my loneliness to interrogate me
Nobody ask me how I am, how I spend my time
when I come back home all alone at nights.
Even if I run when the phone rings
so I hear as if it is her and she asks for me.
Nobody ask me how I am, how I spend my time
when I come back home all alone at nights.
Nobody ask me anymore if I can handle it
now that it's hers all I had and have
Memories are gathered around
the sound of her voice, the perfume, her touch.
They found the door of my mind open
and they will punish me because I'm away from her
and i don't wake up in her arms.