| Gone after one last fleeting night
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| And an absurd but elegant sunrise
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| That afternoon of light, her kisses made a target
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| Right here in my sleeping and wandering heart
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| Memory of another dawn
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| cute and stupid
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| What it was like, I no longer remember what it was like
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| I have kissed your mouth and I have lost myself
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| What has happened
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| Today I wonder what it was like
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| I no longer remember what it was like
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| I have kissed your mouth and I have lost myself
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| I no longer have a memory of what I have been
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| What it was like, I no longer remember what it was like
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| I have kissed your mouth and I have lost myself
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| Those bar light bulbs that pretending
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| Being an April moon, you illuminate my sorrow
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| My sad and beautiful sorrow also illuminates
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| The slow path to a new moon
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| That I am a survivor of an almost impossible love
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| Repentant of another almost impeccable love
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| Back in front of this almost impossible love
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| What it was like, I no longer remember what it was like
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| I have kissed your mouth and I have lost myself
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| And now I wonder what I should do with myself
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| What it was like, I no longer remember what it was like
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| I have kissed your mouth and I have lost myself
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| I no longer have a single memory of what I have been
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| What it was like, I no longer remember what it was like
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| I have kissed your mouth and I have lost myself
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| So that no one asks, I would like to know
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| I no longer remember what it was like
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| I have kissed your mouth and I have lost myself
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| That I have kissed your mouth and I have lost myself
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| What it was like, I no longer remember what it was like |