I see the morning, it rises above
the place that I live and the place that I love
I used to see you here, but not anymore
I've seen the pictures, I've smelled your old clothes
wishing the stories were all untold
now it's a draft everytime I come home
not from the wind and not from the cold
I will never forget
the summers in France
so it came to an end
this crazy romance.
Your house is built of pieces of papers
and bricks and I feel
The storm as I knock on the doors
you closed
I feel so alone in this empty place
Your heart is made of stone
The time was a healer, the time kept me strong
my mind was a puzzle with pieces long gone
I dance when it's night and I sleep when it's day
I find myself living a life on the way
I keep thinking of you here by my side
now I run by myself, with nowhere to hide
Your house is built of pieces of papers
and bricks and I feel
The storm as I knock on the doors
you closed
I feel so alone in this empty place
Your heart is made of stone
I am screaming for the love I lost
Screaming 'cause I dont know where to go
You have been here even when your gone
Tell me why I should
Be here when I could
Take the train of stone to come to you
