I'll go to your garden, I'll go to your grave.
I'll go to the bar, and I never forgave
me, crazy, talking to myself,
words of reassurement, words of "kill yourself"
words of "no", words of "stop thinking like that"
Yes, no, maybe so. A never ending combat
You may be gone with the wind,
I might see you in the horizon, like a jewel in a pile of charcoal.
You will never lose your glimmer, your glint.
I will go with your soul,
I will take control.
I will find my heart that you stole,
I will join you so.