Let me tell you about my dreams, my love.
But your rocking chair is empty, like always.
The wind of our yesterday is still rocking it.
You're breathing inside my yesterdays, many sad and dark places are there.
A neglected piano in the corner pleads for music, and a lonely heart craves for an embrace.
A mistress for many admirers, disrobed, your skin showered with cheap perfume and cigarette ashes. I remember those days, you were careless, charming and boozed.
I was a jealous partner.
I looked after you. I even picked your lovers.
The wind of our past still swinging my recollections.
I missed our days, the loud music, the crowded bar, the echoes of your laughter.
Yes, we were lovers, strange lovers, no, no, just ordinary lovers.