I was hoping to see things as they were
Too bad... today i just watch my face and lie again
It's hard to breath in this prision
Its hard to make up my mind
I keep whispering your name
Hoping you'll be back on my bed
But even so... I know its a lie
My mind keeps loosing its way
the memories and thoughts are just dancing around
Its hard to break the spell
... or at least find a way out.
I know I'm not your first, and also not your last
but I like to be yours even for a moment
I like the way I feel real
and how you whisper my name in the dark.