I think we know what it's about,
what doesn't show makes room for doubt.
Maybe in time we get it right,
but it feels like everyone's gone,
everyone's gone away.

All I want... is to be with you.

I think I owe an explanation
of my undescribable behaviour.
I've got the wine, I've got the glass,
but it feels like everyone's gone,
everyone's gone away.

All I want... is to be with you.

There's people everywhere
and I'm all by myself.
When I try to say "hello"
they don't recognize my face
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