You were made with the matter of my feelings
A kind of beautiful clay
Like all those miracle days
Now you’re in the cellar of my dreaming
Sometimes I open the door
But I remember no more
I find myself lost in your town
I mould my face on people’s ‘round
But I’m afraid you can deceive me
You talk to me because you’re kind
But something broke since the last time
I’ve burnt the letters that you sent me

You were cut by metal blades of sadness
A kind of horrible state
When all the feelings are blades
We can blame the language or the distance
We can agree it was wrong
To fall in love with a song
And when you took me to your place
How did you expect me to behave?
I was afraid you could reject me
But still I’m sure you thought of that
Down in a corner of your head
But I don’t want to be your hangman

Now your memories are made with nothing
A kind of miracle gas
Inside a miniature soul
Like a ghost voice from a walkie-talkie
A radio playing aloud
On the upper side of a cloud
But now I know you were like air
I breathed you in then breathed you out
So I don’t care that you forgot me
I need a mask with oxygen
Another pin down in my vein
Another pill for my headache