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.
