Honey on my skin, fresh as a drop of rain,
Milk poured on your skin, wasted in vain,
An empty train station – not a single train.
Spring and summer dreams, autumn leaves,
Winter nights by the seaside, a sharp breeze,
Made me feel that nothing is what it seems.
A song played by an amateur on his guitar,
Tell me how things got so dusty, yet so far,
Fake a kiss and whisper to me what we are.
A silent room with cold bed sheets I refused,
Reality bites you first desired, then abused
Make me feel uneasy, empty and confused.
Beg for forgiveness, though I never forgive,
I wish for the truth, yet you always deceive,
I’m an exception you can’t leave and retrieve.
Now your thoughts lack too much inflection,
I sense from time to time a fake connection,
Yet I know what lies behind that reflection.
Still, you make my heartbeats skip a beat,
While yours remain still and incomplete,
Rainy days just make the hours bittersweet…