what doesn't show makes room for doubt.
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.

Maybe in time we get it right,
but it feels like everyone's gone,
everyone's gone away.

Maybe in time we get it right...
It's all I want