He was like this cloud that I can now see through
And on the other side I see you
Until you too turn into smoke
Another bloke, once more enshroud
Is it spring?
Is it only my mere desire
To be in love?
What will it bring?
Another sting to get rid of ...
Your golden eyes are warning me
Not to wink at the looming pang
Yet nor to groove
To the bolting sound of my pain