(D. Bartholomé)



I am nothing without you, no I am nothing without you
Until I realize that I'm something without you
I am nothing without you, no I am nothing without you

She's like a distance
And I call myself the big ben to call out at midnight
For the rain to come out off the clouds
And I dance in front of a mirror...the dream
And I quote myself to come out off the rain
To come out off the rain, to come out off the clouds

Such a bone in the night

It isn't fair... It isn't unfair

And she has no feet but I keep buying shoes
And she has no legs but I keep buying trousers
And she has no eyes but I keep buying sunglasses
And she has no hair but I keep buying combs
And we have no sexlife but I keep buying condoms
And she has no love for me but I keep loving her