This is not a time to open the old notebooks,
When running through my mind happy thoughts
It's a beautiful life, and a beautiful ride that taught
You are not the only valuable I always thought

Happy thoughts, for them I long fought
They kept me away from the old notebooks,
Would I be the person who I am today as it stands
I hold way too many valuables on this ride as she hands

Time comes, that you who never took a sip of red wine
Becomes drunk at an unknown street to our common map
Time comes, it snows in our favorite city after 50 years
Your eyes come to my mind, where once you slipped

Time comes, I forget the way you smoked
Is this the old city where we used to walk?
Time comes, I do not wake up at 4 am anymore
You do not smell as you used to in my head no more

Time comes, you're not the 23 you used to be
I do the things you and me chatted about
Time comes, your particles do not appear at the station
Time comes, I forget the last letter of your perfume and its smell

Time comes, I imagine no more your last flight
Airports become a tool of mass transport again
Time comes, hell and heaven merge unconditionally
I do not wish anymore not to even hear your name

Time comes, Sunday and Wednesday equalize
Mornings and nights allow the same sins
Time comes, that old excitement dies
Everyone who dies is misunderstood

Time comes, I remember things
You cannot walk around in my rain
Time comes, you are a bit dark and far
I sense your disappearance will be sudden

Time comes, the little you becomes destined to you

How close is the gap between the cliffs
As if you could hop off all of a sudden
But the people wall between us and we have no skiff
Only you understood the little things as it was your skill

That last corner before you disappeared has a particle left
You became smaller in the same way of the repellent seagull
Disappeared as he does above the infinite sea
That last corner is where I kept your last particle left
Waiting to give it back only to you when we are no more cleft

Sleepless I stand up when I see your photo
Nothing can make me fall asleep again here we go
Can't feel the pain even when I fall from the tree
Stand up my love take me home again, make me free

I look at people's faces, remember the talk we had
I know what's wrong with me now it's not that I am mad
Somewhere on the way I doubted my love it's too bad
Come and stand up my love take us home that's all of my fad

Remember the day you received the most beautiful gift of your life
It was not surely a book nor a tie
You met the silence of heavy love
You couldn't touch it without a glove

You ran after it as it would farewell any moment
But it didn't part from you against your bitter comment
There's a trouble with the heat of your heart
The solution is not very easy nor too smart
Just remember the day you received the most beautiful gift of your life.

I fall into this trap every time
Observing your lips far from the sight
I catch your looks on me at the most silent minute of tonight
You pretend that we don’t exist but I’m right
I know your lips are the lips of the night