walking on the pavement of these ordinary streets rubbing down your eyes in diffused cold light light without shadows that young girl you dream about the second week you're going down you've lost her track just now
it's such a beautiful game of your subconsciousness but her features are too clear to forget’em and her smell's too familiar - she's right there just reach out your hand - touch her hair gently dab and her shadow falls to pieces in a flash she's never ever been here
your dreams - all you're able to think about your being – have not any sense of, yes, it’s hard to manage your own world and changing anything is impossible
her face on every passer-by it follows you and chases you down from every window of the tram you're catching up her sight if only you could track her down and take a look in brown eyes if only you'd be safe to say you're not going insane
another million times you will find her another million times you will lose her you'll meet together at the turn of times’ until the morning covers you with a reality