While the fireplace was burning white glass,
You told me a secret about November,
And I smiled when you broke the gaze.
Maybe you're a mirage,
So I'll never take a drink of water,
And keep stumbling in the sand.
That night the moon disappeared,
I put my palm to the ground.
Heard the soft whisper of your voice,
But nobody appeared before me.
The last breath of my heartfelt sigh,
Was in the name of a mirage.
It's too late to feel sorry,
Let the wind bury my body.
You sit here as I close my eyes,
Then disappear for one last time.
