To drift in a world without you
Without hope and without regret
Like a painter who sees beneath his fingers
The colors of day being born
Tell me who I'd exist for
Strangers asleep in my arms
I'd be just one more dot
In this world that comes and goes
I could pretend to be me
I think I'd have found it
The secret of life, the reason why
To drift in a world without you
Without hope and without regret
Like a painter who sees beneath his fingers
The colors of day being born