As the swallow sings my name
my name is not the same
To fall, to let, to say
to call, to get, to stay

The tear crawls up my cheek,
can't fall ‘cuz it’s too weak
Afraid that it might break
I cry but it looks fake

I won't say I'm glad with this
when all I get is longing and miss

The man dressed in white
stands at my bed
He fell for his own blight
and things that he himself said

His eyes tell stories to none
His thoughts tell him nothing
And no more does he come
nore my dreams does he sing

Remember still his touch
At my cheek and bones
Never felt cold as such
And now, he forever roams.