Quand Tu N'es Plus Là

I brush the tips of my dreams
With the tips of my fingers, I secretly draw
These treasures you never showed me
These treasures I want to find again

I caress the fruit of your lips
The fruit of your mouth, and I'm so damn sad
Sad to be far from your eyes
Sad to be far from us two

When you're not here
I still look for you
And my fingers sketch
The shadow of your body

I still look for you
And you know why
I feel so alive
When you're not here

I imagine fire beneath the ashes
Fire in my veins, a midnight sun
Your pleasure and mine combined
And always the endless tenderness

I picture those tender gestures
That make love a little more than love
And I wait every night, every day
And I wait every moment for your return