And as the night whisks me away
I imagine your warm and cold embrace
The print of your hand lingering on all that I own and all that I don’t
My mind wanders on this Thursday night
I don’t know why I hurt so much
When the fantaisies were exactly what they were
But,
We had never met after all
Still, your persistent stare and piercing eyes will follow me through the night
And you will sing to me as the moon shines down
I lost you
Again