Woke up afraid, I couldn't feel your touch,
I stood aside for a while, wondered why.
And nothing I could think of, and nothing I could feel
I was either dying, or I died in my sleep.
I turned around, face the table, and nothing was there,
except a cup of coffee, still warm, and a cigarette.
It was lit up, but there was no smoke rising, I could just weep
I was either dying, or I died in my sleep.
But I heard you move, I swear I heard you breathe,
And as if I was alive blood rushed through my vains, running deep
I glanced at your arms, hugging a corpse,
I was either dying, or i died long ago.
