Gramophone with the old music, one bottle, cigar
the silhouette of a man which is close but stays far
I lost my spring on him on this little love affair
now I wonder does he miss me does he see me there
in the waves that wrap around his body like my hands
in the sun that steals luminous kisses it depends
he told me to trust the process to see real art
but he has his place in remnants that can be called heart
so that's how I felt like a Van Gogh releasing my ear
from each irrelevant story as it can appear
you might say he was looking just for entertainment
but I feel understanding when we both are silent
I might lost last spring but well just to win the summer
to have never enough of him both friend and a lover
as we can provide each other what we really need
months will fly by like one moment and soon we will meet
