the violence of this love, in fact
everything I've got in my head
But I'm afraid of losing you
I only have images left
I only have the legacy left
the hardest part will still be the landing
I dreamed so much of holding your hand
so much dreamed of caressing your face
I woke up one fine morning
I've lost my bearings so far from you
the violence of this love, in fact
everything I've got in my head
But I'm afraid of losing you
the violence of this love, in fact
everything I've got in my head
But I'm afraid of losing you