Sitting at the edge of the world
With a burning cigarette in her hand
She watches the smoke that clears off
And takes all her hopes so far
Away.
The horizon is getting dark by now
And she feels like a wandered ghost
Which is mumbling to herself some words
That this warm whiffle will forever carry
Away.
"I love you" is her eternal moan
While she feeds herself with lost memories
She remains only with his fond embrace
From a time when parting was far
Away.