Do you feel the sun going down?
Standing at the window of our room
And being miles and miles away from me;
Watching the night crawl upon us all
I feel like the paper on your table;
Slightly yellow and dusty lying there
It's always here just like I am for you;
Ignored for the longest part of night
The look on your pretty face is timid.
Like you think about everything at once
Nothing on your mind has any importance;
Just fragments of your wasted life
My feet are dragging me towards you.
You're still glancing out of the dirty glass
The sight is the same since forever and more;
Only ruins of former lives lived long ago
You don't turn around as I reach you.
Just keep looking at the remains of peace
My arms wrapped around your waist and still;
I want to feel you so much closer
Warm is the touch of your golden skin.
Pulsing life rushing beneath my cold hands
And while you slowly entwine our fingers you say;
Do you feel the sun going down?