your perfume, that room, your bloom
vanished much too soon
faded like the moon
burst like a balloon
now I am here with myself on the street
watching the steps of my feet
thinking what do I really need?
not to feel the cold or the heat
your perfume, that room, your bloom
vanished much too soon
faded like the moon
burst like a balloon
now I am here with myself on the street
watching the steps of my feet
thinking what do I really need?
not to feel the cold or the heat