The days pass, pass, pass
And you don't come back here
And I've seen a lot of, a lot of Mondays
Coming under me, hands on me, broken nose
And the wish for, wish for, wish for
Wish for drinks and Fridays
In order not to see you again in the blue eyes
Of a stranger in my bed that's not you
That's not you...
And what do the others know
About the times when we came back home late, full of scratches
What do the others know
About the times when we laughed like crazy
And what do the others know
About the times when we ran like crazy
And what do the others know
About our eyes mixing and becoming yellow, yellow
And the days stay, stay, stay, and you're still not coming back
And I've taken a lot of stupid wounds
On my skin, under my skin, underneath the stars
And the wish to, wish to, wish to
Wish to leave this place
In order not to see you again in the blue eyes
Of a stranger in your place that's not you
That's not you...
And what do the others know
About the times when we laughed like crazy
And what do the others know
About the times when we ran like crazy
And what do the others know
About our eyes mixing and becoming many