Don't ever forget me. I was the fire of your night. I'll be always lighted, guiding this part of you that stands by my side. Still my heart beating double when I ear your voice, or did I mix up the sounds. Am I enjoying the wind's song like the only real opera? Did you know how much things are going to end ? Some days I tend to feel lonely, life is running out my hands. Changes will bring problems. Even when love is on time. You know my arms are empty, you know my blood is boiling.