I want you, I want you, like always, I want you
it’ll be night soon, will you think of me?
but what do you know about dreams?
those ones are mine, I don’t sell them
What do you know, what do you know, maybe you’ll write to me
maybe a good-bye, or maybe not
but what do you know about dreams?
Even if you are my gone-away swallow
you’re still my halfway flight
you’re a step into the vacuum
Where are you, where are you?
where are you, where are you, where are you?
My only love which will revive
you know about the winds from the north
you know of goodness, but not of us
the same halfway moon
you’re in the wrong sky
I don’t know, I don’t know
how much time I’ll kill
my book, mine
I won’t read for you
I’ll re-write it once again
while I kiss you on the lips
Even if you are my gone-away swallow
you’re still my halfway flight
you’re a step into the vacuum
Where are you, where are you?
where are you, where are you, where are you?
My only love which will revive
you know about the winds from the north
you know of goodness, but not of us
the same halfway moon
you’re in the wrong sky
Even if you are my gone-away swallow
the same halfway moon
you’re in the wrong sky
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.