Dreaming of black and white landscapes,
Where shadows emerge and disappear...

Focus young one.
What is the problem...

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

I finish eating.
I stare at my empty plate...

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

What were you thinking?
When I walked out of that room...

I watched from the balcony as the smell stung my...
I felt the electricity from my head to my toes...

The dusty cardboard boxes
Filled with memories in my mind...

As I run, my feet pound the floor.
My heart beats faster...

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

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

What is this amazing sunshine
That follows me home and never prevails...