I think we know what it's about, what doesn't show makes room for doubt. Maybe in time we get it right, but it feels like everyone's gone, everyone's gone away.
All I want... is to be with you.
I think I owe an explanation of my undescribable behaviour. I've got the wine, I've got the glass, but it feels like everyone's gone, everyone's gone away.
All I want... is to be with you.
There's people everywhere and I'm all by myself. When I try to say "hello" they don't recognize my face.