Walking inside your room 
I feel as if I'm lost 
it was last year, June
when you went out of sight 
but not out of mind
I had to stay alone
and put the past behind 
Wandering around the brine
we often used to 
stare at in summertime
I feel as if you stand
on the waterside
so don't you think there is 
something left untried 
Standing at the place we met
I agree to be as you said 
have to laugh about myself 
yeah I do
yeah I really do
I should cry about myself 
and my sick behaviour
but I can't keep a straight face 
I don't know what to do
I feel totally displaced 
I feel out of space
What you have said to me 
left an aweful flavour 
but now I am amused
it seems I hope, I feel 
that I'm out of danger 
I just can't laugh
Driving the streets we drove 
I feel you by my side 
I make my eyes rove
but when I see the plain 
where we used to stop
a voice inside my brain 
said let curtains drop 
That was a place of sorrow
this was a place of joy 
here I forgot tomorrow
pleasure and joy alloy 
a place of sorrow
a place of joy
Mission, seclusion 
a kind of disolution
Ruction, destruction 
a failing reconstruction
Vexation, collision 
object of derision
Tension, addiction 
omnipresent friction 
That was a place of sorrow
that was a place of joy 
here I forgot tomorrow
pleasure and joy alloy 
Love is as warm as tears
it is a precious veil 
love is as cold as dark fear 
can be a hurting nail