You just say you will always be there When I need you right here with me; I am trapped in the wave of despair, Dreams escape to the boundless sea. I indulge in the sense of December,
My pen is bleeding on the paper, As love is bleeding in my heart, These words are bare truth, So sing them to your music, And play this music on my trembling soul strings,
I'm dissolved in the song of the rain - In the echoing beat of your heart. It's you pulse that still feels in my veins Every day spent together apart. Autumn alters the shades of the days,
It's half past eleven, he's bound to leave, She's holding back tears, she whispers: "just stay"; He cannot reveal any reason to grieve And says: "I'll be back, I will see you some day".
The pleasure to speak is my lost privilege, And now insanity dwells on a page, However, it's changing the color in days, Revealing the truth my white pencil portrays.