I think we know what it's about,

what doesn't show makes room for doubt.

but it feels like everyone's gone,

everyone's gone away.



All I want... is to be with you.



I think I owe an explanation

of my undescribable behaviour.

I've got the wine, I've got the glass,

but it feels like everyone's gone,

everyone's gone away.



All I want... is to be with you.



There's people everywhere

and I'm all by myself.

When I try to say "hello"

they don't recognize my face.



Maybe in time we get it right,

but it feels like everyone's gone,

everyone's gone away.



Maybe in time we get it right...

It's all I want