Sometimes I feel bad that you don't really want to talk so often anymore
Then I miss the days when I could be mad at you, now it's silent
When night falls
I whisper softly now; do you hear me?
I can't handle it when evening comes
'Cause at night I often miss you
You know I don't listen when you talk like this
And it gets to me like this
Give me pieces of the future
Or should I just let you go
I can't handle it when evening comes
I've missed you a lot, indeed
Now you're standing here in front of me again
I don't doubt for a second, do you feel this too?
Your hand in mine, or is that too little to go on?
I don't feel you fighting, is this over maybe?
I can't handle it when evening comes
'Cause at night I often miss you
You know I don't listen when you talk like this
And it gets to me like this
Give me pieces of the future
Or should I just let you go
I can't handle it when evening comes
I've missed you a lot, indeed
I can't handle it when evening comes
'Cause at night I often miss you
I can't handle it when evening comes
I've missed you a lot, indeed