short life, burn a fuse
give a gift, do not lose
all your hope, all your dreams
fade away, falling schemes.
I was serious. What I said.
I know it's nothing, but - it's all I have.
There is time, there is a way
the dreams could be. The dreams could stay.
I've got a gift. It's in these words.
And other forms, as absinthe wood.
Some things need not be stated.
Some things we just know.
Deep inside...
Just like that eye contact.
the unspoken
Take not this for granted.
For as fleeting this...
Others shall be.
But you'll never know another like me.
You were serious, what you said.
I know it's something, it's all you have.