It’s a strange relation that we share,
Strangest of them, but we dare
To look at each other in the eyes
And tell our hearts all those lies.
But we have no promises to keep,
No selfish meanings to reap.
We are just two bodies with
One troubled soul wanting to sleep,
Wanting to dream, the sweetest dream.
We are like the fading sunlight
Offering away our hope
Before the dawn of the night.
We are like the gentle morning dew,
Glistening to our glory,
But then noticed seldom, only by a few.
We are like that dying wishes
Etched in the memories with the dead.
We are the two bodies, indeed!
With distinct hunger, hopes and needs
But we are also that one soul,
Which silently always bleeds.