Walking inside your room I feel as if I'm lost it wast last year June   when you went out of sight but not out of mind   and I had to stay and put the past behind wandering around the brine   we're often used to stare at in summertime   I feel as if you stand on the waterside   don't you think there's 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 do   I should cry about myself and my sick behaviour   but I can't keep a straight face I don't know what I should do   I feel totally displaced I feel out of place   what you've said to me left a strange flavour but now I am amused   it seems, I hope, I feel that I'm out of danger I just can laugh   driving the streets we drove I feel you be my side I make my eyes rove   but when I see the plain where we used to stop at   a voice inside my brain said let curtains drop that was the place of sorrow   this was the place of joy here I forgot tomorrow   this was where pleasure and joy alloy mission, seclusion - a kind of disolution   ruction, destruction - a falling reconstruction   vexation, collision - object of derision   tension, addiction - omnipresent friction it was a time of sorrow   it was a time of joy when I forgot tomorrow   it was where pleasure and joy alloy love as warm as tears   it is a precious veil love is as cold as dark fear can be a hurting nail