+13

17 drunk calls I had begged, just to see you

It is almost June but my heart still aches

You said well meet again, bring me

Postcards when February came, but you are living out your

life as I wait and rot away.

And if November never came (alone in my dreams, alone in my heart)

And summer never came to an end (alone in my love, alone in my life)

Would your heart not freeze in Rotterdam (alone in my sleep, alone when I eat)

While I still burn by your name (by your name)

11 thousand kilometers apart, our hearts.