Strangely beguiling, your hand fits my fingers And they're still deliciously cold The wind finds its way through the holes in your coat And you shiver delicately. Now don't you see how much you are to me I can stop talking riddles Especially when I can't look in your eyes Situations arise When you trust in something you can't see. Miniature crystallised teardrops mosaic A leaden sky Running through crowds, oh the irony is It's to say goodbye. Now don't you see how much you are to me I can stop talking riddles Especially when I can't look in your eyes Situations arise When you trust in something you can't see. In a few moments the sun will be setting And I am regretting your absence it's true The sun is a small boat aflame on the ocean Sinking and cart-wheeling us from its view.