there you are, behind the glass
so close, so far
and time's too fast, for us
cause it's timeless what we want to be
and how we want to see
the grains of our love growing into a mystic tree
sitting on my wooden chair
your legs crossed, a face cold as frost,
the gaze turned to the ground
your body bounded in the kettles
that you chose a long time ago
you cannot move
and that is when you choose the blues
I watch you from my balcony
and smoke your cigarette
the shadow of your silhouette
makes my cheeks so red, my eyes so wet.
I speak from your breath
you turn my words into the blues
and the time is too fast
and we both know
that it is nothing and everything
that we will loose
