Every time you talk to me it feels like
Hopes are laid out to the wind
That a full glass is half empty
Every time you look at me I remember that
Words are the frame
While the picture is elsewhere, you know it
If we travel without direction
Even if you want to, you won't meet me
But if I wait for you on the edge without making noise
To erase the distances that keep us apart
And meanwhile I'll survive
I put a bit of your breath in my pocket
Every time you hug me
You have a dress for every occasion
But ours never comes
Don't make me promises out loud
Otherwise you won't listen to yourself
But if I wait for you on the edge without making noise
To erase the distances that keep us apart
And meanwhile I'll survive
I put a bit of your breath in my pocket
We are the beauty, we are the bad weather
We are the worst behind every flaw
We've always been take it or leave it
We who can laugh at every mistake
There's no blame, no excuse that holds now
There's no measure for this suffering
Of which we're the party at fault
Of which we're the injured party
But if I wait for you on the edge without making noise
You can erase the distances that kill us a little
And meanwhile I'll survive
I put a bit of your breath in my pocket
And a few spare kisses