I drew a picture And that picture was of you A combination of rythmes And that song was for you I saw a movie The story was like ours And next to my bed Is were I keep you dead flowers There's not a dream Where you're not involved But by the time I wake up Your face has dissolved The time will come When this will be history Left in my mind As an unsolved mystery I do have a job A few friends and occupations But I consider them more As social obligations I'm eating well About three times a day And if I were religious I swear I would pray I'm trying to focus on all The nonsense I do But like obsessed All I can see is you The time will come When this will be history Left in my mind As an unsolved mystery Days gone by, but what is different What has changed? You promised me That time would get things arranged Perhaps you've forgetten me Just like you were supposed to do But I'm still singing my song And looking at the picture I drew I still dream And you keep being involved But by the time I wake up Your face has dissolved The time must come When this will be history Left in my mind As an unsolved mystery