today i exist only in consequence
and i am feeling so very insignificant
when all you've left me is some fragile line of poetry
and the memory of a smile so deceiving
and will you be in your apartment tonight?
will i be in your mind?
will you be in your apartment tonight?
will i be in your mind?
and how many times will i read your goodnights
before i hear the whispers of your best wishes?
sleep well tonight, dream well in spite
of all persistent haunting and the certainty that we will die
and will you be in your apartment tonight?
will i be in your mind?
will you be in your apartment tonight?
will i be in your mind?
oooooh
