Oye

Hey,
Your memory has stopped me dead in my tracks
In the afternoon yesterday again,
With its night dressed in black
And next to some sad waves.

Hey,
Your memory has called out to me so much
In the bright morning and how
I feel like I can't see you now
When I saw you pass by so alone yesterday.

I wish I could see you and not think of you
But I'm scared of so many things
Can you give me
More than just your beautiful face?
Can I share myself with you?
Can I give myself and split myself
Into thousands of impressions
Or will you just bore me?

Hey,
Thoughts that I barely know.
I ask you if I respond
To a sublime and light pleasure
Or if what I cry for is justified.

I wish I could see you and not think of you
But I'm scared of so many things...
Can you give me
More than just your beautiful face?
Can I share myself with you?
Can I give myself and split myself
Into thousands of impressions
Or will you just bore me?

Hey.
Tell me.