I miss you
Every single minute
Now i don't know if i say it
Just because i'm stoned
Or that's a fucking nonsense
As if i would be talking to one of my
Inner voices
I feel too empty to create
A regular love letter
Or maybe it's too late for this
Still the pain last
And ain't getting better
And now i know
It's gonna just take some time
To let you go off my mind

Pink butterfly
Lost her fingertips
Would you help her searching
We live only three days
And i am just about to loose my wings
Help...

Still your lick, your touch, your breath, your sight
Makes me trembling
And suddenly i've realized
That it's been too adicting
And i should be going
Once my tears would get dry
Now a slow, slow song
The time and life around
So i won't keep in hanging in one point
Like a lost coin

Your eyes follow me
Your shade spies me
I won't let you make love to me
Ever again
'cause it hurts too much
And looking deeply into your eyes
I cruelly say
That i would rather be a butterfly
Than one who lets your hand
Touch one's neck