Woorden: Delays. Faded Seaside Glamour. Bedroom Scene.

Underneath the table for shade,
I leave you to the living again
Arabesque a
flowery grave,
I watch a real star winning

Over this twilight, shouting at
Jesus
Absolute closeness, could be beneath us

(if you)
Lose yourself through
touch
Lose yourself in Love
It leaves me nothing to know
just a stationary role

(in
your) Bedroom scene

Maybe what I'm trying to say is
I lost you in translation
To lover
from the hand of a friend
Too much too hard to mention
(so don't)

Lose yourself
through touch
Lose yourself in love