My head that I've put between my palms
Tries to think about good things
I've squeezed my heart so hard
That it slowly oozes happiness
What kind of an emptiness is this, noone can fill it
What kind of a novel is this, whatever I put between
It's pages doesn't wither
Just don't ask why it's like that
My tongue won't move, let the earth spin without me
I've so got used to leaving
That when I tried to love, my soul says "goodbye"
A leaf I'm looking for is lost in a forest, I can't find it
Until this page is read, a novel won't end