I wish I could talk to you
Without trembling in the moments ahead
But the fear and the shame are in everything I do
And from the moments to come, I am afraid

Drowning up in conversation
And running away when the confession is done
Bone-dry words in the bus-station
I hope that all will still be the same under the sun

Now I don't know how to break the silence
Looks of confusion in each other's eyes
Sometimes love is the greater violence
And now your voice echoes like all the good-byes

The late talk of us still echoes in my brain
Now it seems that we have lost our joint way
Now I don't think that I'm the one who is insane
I just don't think I will celebrate our day

I wish we could still have our tree
Our moments of silence in the middle of all
We had the shameless childhood, but there is no more 'we'
You traded our tree for your four empty walls