You pass me by like a vision; in the street, I’m dreaming
It’s a slow way to drown, in this warm, easy evening,
And you’re my only friend, I go down,
So I wander here, all surrounded in melancholy feeling.
Where else could I go, ignoring the bars and the faces here
You could be anywhere, far as the stars, silent as the cold
Here I lie, in permanent defeat:
No more words that I can spare, no more memories recalled.