These are lost days
when you're not here,
and I feel wasted, I feel you coming.
Here, with those sounds, we lie in the car,
and cries are lost in the air and time.
You come, the finder—
that's how I feel, night and day.
You come in the shadow
of your smile and your lips.
And it's getting cold without you, baby,
and it's getting warm without you, baby,
and it's getting cold...