You are at the end of my fingertips
yet your heart so far away,
I  can't ask you to keep me warm
on nights when icicles stab my soul.

Dreaming daily
though I know
the song you sing
is  not for my ears to hear,
the stars you love
are not for my eyes to see.

The wind whispers your name
through the pores of my skin,
loneliness and pain getting greater everyday.
The sky is falling over me again
and you can't see my despair.
Weak, collapsing,
looking  for your strings to ease the fall
and at the end of my fingertips
there's just a cold, quiet picture
haunting me whole.

I look for you and I know
that it is not in heavens
nor in hell
where I want to find you
but
on this Earth
walking
next to me.
In vain I look
my heart will once more die in silence
cause the sky is falling over me again
but you are not here
and it's not for me the song you sing.