Our fantasies (all) mixed up like torned paper in that fancy fan
We placed that same old corner at that old pub we used to go,
Why it had to be like that, my broken heart
(and) you smile saying:
"everything will be ok, don´t cry"
Your picture (still) "hangs" on my mind
Blinkin each time I try to say goodbye
Why had to be like this?! no wounds will be healed until your heart is mine
An empty bottle was all I left in the dephts of my life.
