I'm thinking of you again
As you were some papers on the floor
And I'm losing myself in a guess
I'm shutting down my windows and my phone
Making of every signal a sound
Now, everything was going afterwards
I was losing myself within you

I said: What did you ever feel
To ride alone?
When did you miss our calling
When it stopped beating?

Again
Falling down the higher of the roofs
Making of every slither a song
Now, everything was going afterwards
And it slipped with the sound of this

Turn off the page what else I said
That you haven't missed?
Taking you out of the rest

I said: What did you ever feel
To ride alone?
When did you miss our calling
When it stopped beating?

Lost in the rhythm
The dust in this town is you