Where is he?
When he abandons me
All my life
Is far away

Where is him?
I love his manly voice
Without him
He's nothing

Him is older
I'm wearing his navy sweater
The water of his eyes
Is blue, the blue of the seas of china

He is mysterious
In his stratosphere
Between the two, I wanted
Both

I have a sort of weight in my chest
A sort of spike in my throat
From not having made the choice
Him or you
The windows are made of wood
And most murderous
Flowing inside of me
Him or you

Where is he?
When there is no one
The whole town turns off*

You and him
My two halves of man
Without them I am
Nothing

Him is so strong
I laugh when he's bored
When he does wrong
Then, I still love him, he says

That he, is in love
Like water is in love with the waves
Without the two of them, I have waves
In my soul

I have a sort of weight in my chest
Tears of chinese ink
They point their fingers at me
Him or you
To find inside of myself
Childish shapes
But the wooden horses
Are cold (are cold)

I have a sort of weight in my chest
A sort of spike in my throat
From not having made the choice
Him or you
The windows are made of wood
And most murderous
Flowing inside of me
Him or you

I have a sort of weight in my chest
Tears of chinese ink
They point their fingers at me
Him or you
To find inside of myself
Childish shapes
But the wooden horses
Are cold

I have a sort of weight in my chest
A sort of spike in my throat
From not having made the choice
Him or you
The windows are made of wood
And most murderous
Flowing inside of me
Him or you