I:
I am here since you left me finally
I guess I’m just near to wait for thee
If anybody talks about the time we shared
He won’t say mundane
But not to tell about all the things we dared
Helps nothing to explain
Chorus:
I write these ballads of solitude
When all is empty but I’m not in the mood to cry
I shout them out within these tunes
The things I missed to tell on silent afternoons with you
II:
There’s the fear that I missed something to see
Maybe last year when you lived near me
If you had tried to blame it on some lonely nights
I would have understand
That they were nothing but some usual rites
The words you used for end