Merely little are my means
I have no fortune, only dreams...

You said you were blunt,
And too honest for your own good...

Where does this river flow, that has no stream,
Carrying nothing but mere dreams...

Ink won't flow, blank white sheet,
Ungifted artist in urgent need...

I wish I could be music
Or the keys on your piano...

Don't say it, say it no more
I've already heard it so often before...

Can you feel the imprints of my fingertips
As they can feel your skin...

This might be the final end
Of my search for happiness...

It doesn't feel the same
When I look at you...

We can be together, baby
But we will never ever belong...

When I will come to need you more
Than air to breath or anything...

What happened to the joy of living
The eagerness of hope...