A cold shoulder and impassive face.
You were in some dry northern town...

You shall never see yourself between the lines,
or your silhouette against my poetry...

It's almost midnight at my side
only few minutes keep me away from tomorrow...

This time the violin played in struggle
to strip itself naked from drama...

I helped you cross to the other side,
where everyone said the grass was brighter...

Having no else present,
but that which makes all else visible...

Here?
Hurricanes, heavy rain and cold...

Have you seen crumbles of light before?
The stars were falling...

War was an awakening
a rouse from my slumber...

I need you like I have never been in-need
I need you as I walk these shallow streets...

A love, lost once again
my heart will be locked away...

A love, lost once again
my heart will be locked away...