Imitation

I didn't even think or imagine, 

Didn't have an idea or a clue, 

How far you can go when it comes to defining danger, 

How strong we become when the sky looks so black and blue. 

A hostage of your silence,

I suffer when you come to my place and sit by, 

I listen to old sounds of violins, 

I sing when you leave the room - 

With you I don't try. 

I didn't even think or imagine

Didn't have an idea or a clue

That we turned into pixels

Or torn-out pages, 

I'd like to tell you

It's not an obvious point of view. 

A hostage of your silence,

I suffer when you come to my place and sit by, 

I listen to old sounds of violins, 

I sing when you leave the room - 

With you I don't try.