[written in Paris, France]
I never thought I'd see the clouds again,
it was an eternal sunshine that swallowed me,
not a harbinger of ill paths about,
simply mists of soothing lotion caressed me,
oh who it was you were,
did you change on me,
was it something I've done,
oh please come back to me,
From our friendship to all that we became,
silver memories were as shiny as the stars,
so large and forever it was in my mind,
I felt to fly day through night on adventure,
oh who it is you are,
were you before this way,
has short time disrupted,
oh bring back the fantasy,
so dark is the sky I cannot see,
all that was yesterday has tarnished this week,
not a single way to feel attached to you,
how quickly does fascination turn mundane.