I am always thinking, thinking about you
And I'm full of joy, but you are not here
Sad and idiot to think
That your little eyes will want to watch me
Everything I feel, I feel for you
And I'm full of hope for you to have here
They are crazy dreams, pure illusion
Because you are never going to want me
How I want you I to you

Perhaps it dies to me crying, dreaming, hoping
A love that never will come
Perhaps it dies to me suffering, offering
The pretty things of my love

Everything I feel, I feel for you
And I'm full of hope for you to have here
They are crazy dreams, pure illusion
Because you are never going to want me
How I want you I to you