Bovary

I don't know if I'm still alive
If not, what is this pain that haunts me?
My body sways above a vast sea
But I cling to you
I have only a few left

Childhood memories that are already fading
I feel neither hot nor cold
And I'm so bored
I'm coming, wait for me
I'll even come on my knees

Your blue eyelids are etched beneath my fingers
It's your neck I twist, it's myself I'm killing
Our world was nothing but a slight misunderstanding that we took seriously
Did it have to come to this? I always had happier plans for us

I feel neither hot nor cold
And I'm so bored
I'm coming, wait for me
I'll even come on my knees

I feel neither hot nor cold
And I'm so bored
I'm coming, wait for me
I'll even come on my knees

I don't know if I'm still alive
Otherwise, why would I have to sing?