I'm thinking of you again
As you were some papers on the floor
And I'm losing myself in a guess
I'm shutting down my windows and my phone
Making of every signal a sound
Now, everything was going afterwards
I was losing myself within you
I said: What did you ever feel
To ride alone?
When did you miss our calling
When it stopped beating?
Again
Falling down the higher of the roofs
Making of every slither a song
Now, everything was going afterwards
And it slipped with the sound of this
Turn off the page what else I said
That you haven't missed?
Taking you out of the rest
I said: What did you ever feel
To ride alone?
When did you miss our calling
When it stopped beating?
