Absentee - Kirlian Camera

to the waters of this sea\nwhile your breath is getting cold\nAnd an empty field around\ntells 'bout flowers you have loved,\nbringing flowers to your dusk\nwhile your days are vanishing\nlost somewhere among the tides\nof your shining (and) hurting sky.\nSo your voice is calling now\nand I can’t believe it’s happening here\nIn/at the end of this old night\nwhile your hands begin to pray\nin a new sun without light\nAnd your shade is getting close (r)\nWrapped in those forgotten dreams\n(It) gets clearer…\nwriting smiles on my lost lands\nunder grey and bitter rains\nleading my eyes to the end.\nAnd the room is getting bright\nand I can’t… I can’t explain myself why\nNow you’re floating in the air\nNow your laughing in the air\nwith your inexpressive voice\nWho am I talking to?\nKnow your baby is just a lost name for/to you\nKnow your love is not a ray,\n(it) couldn’t shine in any sky\non this endless awful day.\nSo I’ll bring them all your tears\nas they should have seen the world\nwith these eyes\nwith the eyes of unknown years\nPaint the horizon with your terror,\nwith your litanies of fear.\nYou gave me heaven, so you must die\nYou gave me hell, so you must die.\nYou gave me the whole world.\nYou had no mercy and who has no mercy must die.