I don't know about you
but I can't stop thinking.
I can't dispel myself, for one minute,
of your kisses, of your hugs,
of how well we spent it last time.
I don't know about you
but I'd like to go through
that weariness you made me feel
on the night you gifted me
and that moment you created with your kisses.
I don't know about you
but I've already started longing for you.
On my pillow... I think of you,
with people... with friends,
on the streets... without witnesses.
I don't know about you
but I search for you each dawn.
I can't contain my desires
on the nights I actually sleep.
If I fall into insomnia,
I miss you, how I miss you...
I don't know about you.