| When you look at me | |
| From your own century | |
| I may seem to be | |
| Strange archeology | |
| But when the winds blow | |
| From this direction | |
| You may sense me there | |
| In your reflection | |
| I think I feel you | |
| But I will never know | |
| As the swallows leave | |
| And the children grow | |
| I wanted to live forever | |
| The same is you will too | |
| I wanted to live forever | |
| And everybody knew | |
| When I caught you there | |
| In tomorrows mirror | |
| I thought felt you | |
| Jump out of my skin | |
| Throwing oil into | |
| My blazing memories | |
| Filling empty footsteps | |
| I was standing in | |
| I wanted to live forever | |
| The same as you will too | |
| I wanted to live forever | |
| And everybody knew | |
| As the falling rain | |
| Of the northern jungle | |
| Hanging droplets on the leaves | |
| Bombards my brain | |
| I hear you | |
| Across the room | |
| A sea of daffodils spring into bloom | |
| You are the mist | |
| The frost across my window pane | |
| And again | |
| She moves her body | |
| And her whispers weave | |
| And the world spins | |
| And tells me that I'll never want to leave | |
| As I think of you | |
| From this dark century | |
| I will always be | |
| With generosity | |
| That we both may share | |
| The hope in hearing | |
| That we're not just | |
| Spirits disappearing |