Come and infect me, With the happiness you suffer from. Come and bring me, To the point of tears. Come and haunt me, I wait here lonely. Oh come just to break your vows again…

I wonder why she hides her pretty eyes, Behind those Wayfarers, it’s such a waste, Is it sadness or the neon lights?

I offered my love wrapped in words, But she knew she could do much better than just words. And now she is in love again, Undressed in the arms of another man…

And to a start and to an end, If ever you exist except inside my head, Know that time ceaselessly walks uninvited, Towards an ending for a new beginning of another end…

My lines have already been drawn, In her pristine existence. For she can stop my clock, And change my time into space, And I can feel all this, Without an ounce of spirit…

She lives the same old story, Of promises that were never meant to be, She knows she better hurry, Before the sun sets on her youthful hue…

And for me to see all this, A strange happiness crosses my mind, For I wait patiently for her heart to get broken, So I could beg at her doorsteps again…

Ever split your heart into two? Or were you busy buying those foreign dreams, From lips you wouldn’t have otherwise kissed, But now all your best laid plans, Ended up in tears and cans, And it pains now even without loving. Do you remember that boy, Who wanted to be your man?

Oh passer-by, but let not her smile deceive you, Into believing that you can possess her too, For she was here long before you, For she would be here long after you turn into ashes, For she is no one’s, yet everyone’s to love…