Your absence is a storm
That sweeps away my joy
And the saddest thing of all
Is accepting that my lips beg your kisses
Is that you don't come back, you don't come back
As if you had loved me
And my name had been erased
As if once you had written me
And your pen had crossed me out
As if your body had
As if you crossed the door
Who of me will have healed you?
And drunk on anesthesia?
I think of you in night shadows
I dream you in daytime sorrow
If I get up off the ground
Your voice rumbles and bends me
And the saddest thing of all
Is accepting that my lips beg your kisses
Is that you don't come back, you don't come back
As if you had loved me
And my name had been erased
As if once you had written me
And your pen had crossed me out
As if your body had
As if you crossed the door
Who of me will have healed you?
And drunk on anesthesia?