Polkov my sweet oblivion

I can feel you in the shadows
The wires cast onto the wall
Like a blanket made of lava
You cover my soul
I couldn't help
But fall for you
I can't stand
The thought of losing you
Dreaming slowly you are drifting
Far from shore until we're apart
Like a blanket made of lava
You cover my heart
I couldn't help
But fall for you
I can't stand
The thought of losing you
O my sweet oblivion
O my sweetest soul
O my dear companion
How am I supposed to let go?