And what am I going to do with my selective cluelessness
And with my frustrated dream of learning to cook?
And what am I going to do with Sundays and days off?
No plan seems appropriate when I try not to think
Tell me where you go
Now that I'm not there
Tell me where should I go
Now that you are not here
What made-up excuse should I give the whole world
If they see me lying on the ground
And not wanting to fly anymore?
How can I hide this pair of broken wings
And the soil of my boots which are tired
Of walking?
Tell me where you go
Now that I'm not there
Tell me where should I go
Now that you are not here
I want you to come back
Because my lips, which you haven't kissed
For a while, are claiming for you
I want you to return
My hands hurt, they hurt because
They haven't touched you for a long time
And what will I do if my chin reaches the floor?
And even if I try my smile doesn't come out natural
They have already seen me with a lost gaze
With some lost pounds
And with a few more tears
Tell me where you go
Now that I'm not there
Tell me where should I go
Now that you are not here
I want you to come back
Because my lips, which you haven't kissed
For a while, are claiming for you
I want you to return
My hands hurt because
They haven't touched you for a long time
I want you to come back
Because my lips, which you haven't kissed
For a while, are claiming for you
I want you to return
If you knew you were meant for me
And if you always wanted to be here
Then I still can't understand how, when, where
nor why I lost you, I don't know how to live like this