Naked on the terrace in Paris,
Heaviest heart written on a poem,
Clarity came late, in vain,
Like on my four arms,
Dragging along and seeking closure,
Dialing random numbers trying to find her.

Heart is sinking deeper and deeper,
Mind is frozen, I am nearly nowhere,
In the night sky my guide star is gone,
My saviour, my messiah, my prayer,
I will look for it until dawn.

And her gone in the dust,
Almost gone with the wind,
A river with one-way flow,
Restlessly fighting the lust,
A heart not used in such a long time,
It started to crust.
Will she turn back before her veins run cold?
Will...