Do you love me?
She asked me:
Do You love me?
...
- No
...
But we can play a logical game of pain
Maybe you get scared as sometimes there are situational meanings,
they are very intense, emotional truths of moments
That unpleasant feeling of pretending that nothing is changing
But she already knew something different from the moment she asked me
And she comes into my room and moves things around
Do you love me?
And there's always one heavy side and the other one that floats
The slow hand that holds you in place
Can't you see what you've done to my heart?
This empty and lost place now
And the things you've always dreamed of
Will slowly give space to another place
The slow hand that holds you in place
Do you love me?
Your sacred parts
You come on Sundays
We take time to find something new
And the seasons calm down
And what ends, slowly, takes on other forms
And your mysteries go down with the sun
She sighs a lonely sound the time is turning back
Always the same sound that it is taking something from me
Always the same sound that it is taking something from me
Dear, do you really love me?
Honey, can you love me?
My love, is this love?
Is time turning back
Always the same lonely sound
that echoes in the air
Do you love me?