How could I still find back to yesterday,
into the same bed with you
just like before.
How much distance there's for tomorrow
if I won't travel it with you
just like back then.
Again when the hours start.
From your picture to sleep1 you still live,
to me and so to sleep,
you are still mine.
We are like it was supposed to be.
Your shadow all around
you follow my every step quietly.
You remind me of that
you are so far.
How I'll find (a way) to that point
that I'd find you again
that I'd continue for tomorrow with you.
Again when the hours start.
From your picture to sleep you still live,
to me and so to sleep,
you are still mine.
We are like it was supposed to be.
1. possibly to a dream