On the streets lined with ashes and dirt
We walked and you offered me a hand
Then we were lost
In empty centers of bigger cities
Not noticing that the air had turned
When we sat on a bed
That used to be yours
And stood beneath the heavy sun
At noon
You rubbed your cheek against mine
And then we split
In the unreal city
Half a life from here
But now I know I'll see you soon
There's rumbling
In my chest