My head is aching as I drink and breathe
 Memory falls like cream in my bones, moving on my own.

  There must be something I can dream tonight,
 The air is filled with the moves of you,
All the fire is frozen yet still I have the will,
ooh, ah.

  Trumpets, violins, I hear them in the distance
And my skin emits a ray, but I think it's sad, it's
much too bad
 That our friends can't be with us today