Between you and I there is nothing personal
It's only my heart that feeds of your love, for breakfast lunch and dinner
In my morning coffee, with the song of the week,
which often excites me and at other times hurts so much.
Between you and I there is nothing personal
But still I sleep between my sheets dreaming amidst your scent.
You live here in my feelings, you filled my thoughts
Maybe I miss you more: nothing personal.
Although you may invent the details and I might find you on every street,
I swear to you that there is nothing personal.
You bring up my tragedies, instant coping mechanisms.
You drive me crazy, tear me apart, do me no good.
And as such, between you and I there is nothing personal
I carry you in every drop of my blood and every step I take.
I don't need to tuck you away in some corner, nor kiss you before I sleep,
and it's because between us there is nothing personal.
Although you may invent the details and I might find you on every street,
I swear to you there is nothing personal.
You bring up my tragedies, sudden remedies.
You drive me crazy, tear me apart, do me no good.
(Repeat).