- cifra
Bring down the veil
For all to see
Shake off the rain
And return to me
If ours was a dream
The phantom a sacred scheme
Then how did it end so quick
My darling arithmetic
Boxed up your clothes
Cleaned out your room
Lay in your bed
Flew to the moon
Are you hiding up here?
Did they force you to disappear?
Is it all just a dirty trick?
My darling arithmetic
And the merchants say
What they always said
And the lenders say
What they always said
But they only serve a soft reminder
That you are dead
My darling
