All around me

Everything smells

It's not a crime,

What a pity

Blowing my words

Your hand on my shoulder

My feets in your shoes

Too big, and too dirty you know

My head on the wall

My fingers bleeding

Because of you, you know

And my teeth fall down

I have a pretty song in my head

It reminds me of you

Every word is for you

Each note is for us

But babies are flying in a real world

And the shadow of my hand is dead

Your voice has left,

I can't survive

My troubador died

Can't feel my legs

My troubador died

Can't feel my heart anymore