Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,
the body ache, the mind wonder.
What will it feel like to loose myself inside you
for days, and days, and days.

Clarity makes the heart ache,
the body cold, the mind ponder.
What would it feel like to loose myself despite you
for days, and days, and days.

Time makes the heart numb,
the body dead, the mind forget.
What it felt like to loose you
for days, and days, and days.