I'm all alone this evening
I have my arms glued to the counter
I have my feet down in the dust
My head up there in the fog
In all the corridors
I thought I saw the curves of your body again
In all the rooms of the terminals
In all the holds of the ships in the port
Chorus:
I need you to live
It's a question of balance
When you left it took my wings away
Since then the floor is calling me
The floor is calling me
Don't blame me
I'm not in a state to see you again
I left all the tears of my body
In the stream at the bottom of the sidewalk
And everyone else annoys me
Those who speak loudly, those who speak loudly
I only see you in the large ice creams
Between the bottles of Southern Comfort
Chorus:
I need you to live
It's a question of balance
When you left it cut me off the wings
Since the floor is calling me
The floor is calling me
One more drink
After I lie down on the floor
I want to sleep trying to believe
That it's one of your looks
But all the others annoy me...