Honey, come a little closer,
Soon there'll be two doors in our room.
One, where we entered together,
The other, where you'll leave sober
From the druken whirlwind of us
Or maybe just an illusion;
A mirage in our own desert island,
But when I look at you I see,
Feel and breathe -
The worry that keeps on eating me.

Am I doing something wrong?
Am I doing things right?
What sort of a companion you're looking for every night?
It kills me to see you getting bored
Would you want us to be like the lovers in Cherbourg?

I'm obsessed with metamorphosis,
It has been too long for me to notice
That you might want a change in pace
If so, won't you say it to my face?

Are the lines on my portrait more pronounced?
Do you fancy someone young and proud?
More delectable, spright and loud?
Someone who's not afraid of the crowd?

Maybe someone a bit taller than I am,
Can tolerate you better than I can.
Good at making you always feel wanted,
Makes you laugh harder and feel contented.

Do you feel sure when you lie next to me?
Or do you feel that way because I'm near?
Take away my crown, abandon me for Creusa
For you, there's always going to be someone better.

I don't know why I bother entertaining these thoughts,
Just a gut feeling - an instinct of a woman;
Whenever I see ambiguity, I try to search intensely
For whatever would satisfy my itching curiosity.
I'd rather have you with me in a half empty room
Than a palatial one full of doubts in you.
Maybe I don't trust things enough,
Time cancels love out - everything fades;
No matter what we do, oftentimes
Things just don't go our way.

So would you lull these dubious thoughts in me?
Or maybe I'm asking too much,
It's just that we've been in a horrible rut,
Break the silence - I don't want tit for tat.
And if it's true, that change is inevitable in you
Let's talk it over, lead me out of this room.

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Room Half Empty

Fear of the Cross
Mama, Papa is wounded!
The day he fell silent
Letters from Theo
There's something about the dark - I feel safe
Dawn, don't forget me...
Our room has two doors
Blue World

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