Every time you talk to me it seems that
Hopes are spread to the wind
That a full glass is half empty

Every time you look at me I remember that
Words are the frame
While the picture is elsewhere you know it

If we travel without direction
Even if you want to, you won't meet me
But if I wait for you on the edge without making noise
To cancel the distances that separate us
And meanwhile I will survive
I put a little of your breath in my pocket

Every time you hug me
I realize that
You have a dress for every occasion
But ours never comes
Don't make promises out loud
Otherwise you won't listen to yourself

But if I wait for you on the edge without making noise
To cancel the distances that separate us
And meanwhile I will survive
I put a little of your breath in my pocket

We are the beauty, we are the bad weather
We are the worst behind every flaw
We have always been us, to leave or to take
We who can laugh at every mistake
There is no guilt, there is no excuse that now holds
There is no measure to this suffering
Of which we are partly to blame
Of which we are the injured party

But if I wait for you on the edge without making noise
You can cancel the distances that somewhat kill us
And meanwhile I will survive
I put a little of your breath in my pocket
And some reserve kisses
For when you will be missing
Every time you me

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