Lyric

The coffee steams on the table, a little too strong

The music, our song, an old treasure

I wonder where you are, if I know the way

And if you miss me a little, I confess, ... I doubt it

Your bowl sits lonely, next to mine

And the scent of morning remembers

The gestures return, an old refrain

Even without you, I pretend to live well

I've turned the page, your shadow slips into it

The words bring me back to our scars

The paper shivers in the depths of my nights

I read your absence when everything else slips away

The days are all the same, they just change time

Carbon copies of an old happiness

I lose myself on the sidewalks where you left your footprints

Even the wind still speaks to me of you

I've turned the page, but the light is fading

The story ends, but burns through the night

The paper weeps at the edge of my eyes

Between the lines, I still read about the two of us

There's your watch on the shelf, frozen at midnight

And your scarf, still warm from the last scorn

I wonder if absence wears thin

Or if it's the heart that apologizes

I see you reflected in the windows

I see you in the rearview mirror

I see you in the unspoken silences

I see you... in everything I don't say out loud

I talk to passersby, I put on smiles

I patch up the days like tinkering with a motorcycle

And I tell myself that happiness, perhaps, isn't about believing in it

But simply about not forgetting it in your memory

I turned the page, but the ink persists

Your name clings, a subtle torment

The paper trembles in the depths of my nights

I read your absence… and I make it my life

And if one day I close this book

If dust covers our shores

I will know that every word, every line, every fold

It was you, it was us…

It was life

It was life…