I chose to read no more news tonight
I’d rather bear my own amount of pain
The window shuts me in my despair
Dead flowers on my grave and I’m not even there

But then I sleep and wake up, with the thought
The thickest thought of you
But then I sleep and wake up, with the taste
That bitter taste of you

It seems my dreams have gone away
Now I’m lost in the middle of the way and I’m wondering why
Why can’t I make this the best of the days?

But then I sleep and wake up, with the thought
The thickest thought of you
But then I sleep and wake up, with the taste
That bitter taste of you

As I am lying down and I hear no sound
Am I really on this ground?
But I feel you in, your hands burn my skin
I’m no longer dying…