I'll wait for you, sitting on the corner like always
And a bit more dressed up than if it were a Friday
Without a date previously made
But with the plain intuition of seeing you
My eyes don't stop looking and looking
At the dark stone of Ideas
Looking for more hollows, within this hollow
Looking for a light in the middle of this sky
I tuck away my hands because I'm cold
And they feel odd inside my pockets
Over an hour and a half has passed
And you still haven't shown
My instinct has failed me, it known not of loves
But it's just that my instinct doesn't know of
Living live without you is something like dying
Is walking without looking where you're going
Is singing without hearing, is speaking without breathing
Eating without digesting
Because I discovered that you're the perfect form
The perfect size just for me and it's like this
Living live without you is something like dying
Is walking without looking where you're going
Is singing without hearing, is speaking without breathing
Eating without digesting
Because I discovered that you're the perfect form
The perfect size just for me and it's like this
What does this song mean to you?