Sometimes, in my bed, I think about us.
And I miss your way of making wild love.

but I don't want you to think that
I forgot the bad times,
but flashes of the two of us in a trance
come to mind sometimes.

Good memories
reflecting in glass,
bad mmories
broke it an stayd in past

I'm not asking you to come back,
but I want you in my bed
out of my head, in my bed

I'm not asking you to come back,
but I want you in my bed
out of my head, in my bed
In my bed...