Walking inside your room I feel as if I'm lost it wast last year June

when you went out of sight but not out of mind

and I had to stay and put the past behind wandering around the brine

we're often used to stare at in summertime

I feel as if you stand on the waterside

don't you think there's something left untried standing at the place we met

I agree to be as you said have to laugh about myself yeah I do; yeah I do

I should cry about myself and my sick behaviour

but I can't keep a straight face I don't know what I should do

I feel totally displaced I feel out of place

what you've said to me left a strange flavour but now I am amused

it seems, I hope, I feel that I'm out of danger I just can laugh

driving the streets we drove I feel you be my side I make my eyes rove

but when I see the plain where we used to stop at

a voice inside my brain said let curtains drop that was the place of sorrow

this was the place of joy here I forgot tomorrow

this was where pleasure and joy alloy mission, seclusion - a kind of disolution

ruction, destruction - a falling reconstruction

vexation, collision - object of derision

tension, addiction - omnipresent friction it was a time of sorrow

it was a time of joy when I forgot tomorrow

it was where pleasure and joy alloy love as warm as tears

it is a precious veil love is as cold as dark fear can be a hurting nail