Walking inside your room i feel as if i'm lost it wast last year june
When you went out of sight but not out of mind
And i had to stay and put the past behind wandering around the brine
We're often used to stare at in summertime
I feel as if you stand on the waterside
Don't you think there's something left untried standing at the place we met
I agree to be as you said have to laugh about myself yeah i do; yeah i do
I should cry about myself and my sick behaviour
But i can't keep a straight face i don't know what i should do
I feel totally displaced i feel out of place
What you've said to me left a strange flavour but now i am amused
It seems, i hope, i feel that i'm out of danger i just can laugh
Driving the streets we drove i feel you be my side i make my eyes rove
But when i see the plain where we used to stop at
A voice inside my brain said let curtains drop that was the place of sorrow
This was the place of joy here i forgot tomorrow
This was where pleasure and joy alloy mission, seclusion - a kind of disolution
Ruction, destruction - a falling reconstruction
Vexation, collision - object of derision
Tension, addiction - omnipresent friction it was a time of sorrow
It was a time of joy when i forgot tomorrow
It was where pleasure and joy alloy love as warm as tears
It is a precious veil love is as cold as dark fear can be a hurting nail