Dear friend, you’ve gone away, I stopped counting the days Your house was an empty cave out of time and windows The dust was everywhere, I loved the clouds raised by my breath Source of inspiration, living in a dusty nest A memory, just a memory
Life was a sham, and that was our form of judgment days were like chapters of a book that would never end dear friend, I wish we were intent on watching a screen full of music, tables and vintage games
With you I shared the most depressing years of my life and we helped each other to make them into something beautiful, luxury and gloom, it was hard but we have grown I'm glad I have known you
But life goes on and changes, so it’s better to When life goes on and changes, it’s then that you
Life was a sham, and that was our form of judgment days were like chapters of a book that would never end dear friend, I wish we were intent on watching a screen full of music, tables and vintage games Dear friend