I do not miss you anymore,
but please tell me...

Yesterday, or one of
these nights, I took that part...

Laying in your arms, close to you
I do not know what to do...

Just one frosty spark -
pure preciousness of the moon...

Hey there dear, are you okay?
Be honest, I'll figure anyway...

Right now I need one of those writes,
that tell about the in between...

Others get a bouquet or pralines.
Flowers that wither, but that...

My cold leather couch
placed in the middle of this...

The elixir runs dry
slowly and creeping...

Sometimes I wonder
whether I seem...

If the night knew
how much they talk...

These smooth tones
are filling the room...