What were you doing?
at some hours, less one,
Under your appearances of tramp, or king
i will dare tell somewhere else
that i don't recognize you
what were you waiting for?
Under the sovereign arch,
know, the rain fades you,
i can barely distinguish you
i will better cherish you from afar
then, read again (your letters)
Reread voiceless
because of the oppressive silence, and i am already there
what were you expecting
when you didn't arrive?
We don't talk
We don't talk
What were you doing
at some hours more on time,
that's your games that are playing me
i taste bitterness
that i didn't know about
what did you think about it
Was i grieving?
Know, the opposite is uncertain
i won't be Queen
i will spit you out tomorrow
Then curse you voiceless
When my fingers stay faint and grasp
some sheets
What were you thinking about it
when you weren't sleeping in it.
we don't talk
we don't talk
Imagine the worst
Rumours, and i run voiceless
but the pavement is fainted, don't you follow
what were you saying (meaning)...when you said nothing