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Without a Word or a Kiss *

It’s the middle of the night
Half asleep I reach for your side of the bed
My hand finds nothingness
You’re not there
It’s the middle of the night
Wondering if it was something I said
Wondering about my carelessness
Can’t find you anywhere
 
You left without a word or a kiss
Left me sleeping in a kind of bliss
Left like a ghost, never to return
Left me with a heart that still yearns

It’s the middle of the night
Can’t find no trace of you being there
Not even your perfume
Where are you?
It’s the middle of the night
Why did you slip away, and how and where?
Why did you leave me in this gloom?
Don’t you know I need you?

You left without a word or a kiss
Left me sleeping in a kind of bliss
Left like a ghost, never to return
Left me with a heart that still yearns

(*) Tirée du Cycle impérial
Paroles: Stanley Péan
Musique: Aline de Lima
Interprète: Aline de Lima
(À paraître en 2010)