listen to me - talk about me
To your loves, to your friends
Here I am in the noise and in the silence
Look at me, or at least what's left of me
Me, my dream, my desire, how I die each day, and how I laugh about it
Here I am in the noise and in the silence
Don't go, I beg you to stay long
It may not save me,
But I don't know how without you
Love me like you love a friend who will be gone soon
Look at me my eyes and my hands
All I have is this,
(Extract 'Voila')
