He had said that he liked me,
But only as a friend...

Somewhere in my heart,
We're by the fire holding hands...

I wanna listen...not to a song...
That reminds me of you...

A black cat stands still.
In the alley late at night...

The night sky flows over
Like a mysterious gypsy cape...

It's unimaginable, completely farfetched,
The roads it'd take to get to you...

She waved goodbye on a sunny harbor.
Staing blindly at the sea...

Your voice is like a saxaphone's sigh.
Saying you aren't cahrming would only be a lie...

Life is like a novel...
Oh joyous the ending be...

Stretched on a lawn
Gazing at the sky...

Without a doubt
Without a trace...

We almost knew
The end was near...