THE PICTURE OF YOU

I drew a picture
And that picture was of you
A combination of rythmes
And that song was for you
I saw a movie
The story was like ours
And next to my bed
Is were I keep you dead flowers
There's not a dream
Where you're not involved
But by the time I wake up
Your face has dissolved
The time will come
When this will be history
Left in my mind
As an unsolved mystery
I do have a job
A few friends and occupations
But I consider them more
As social obligations
I'm eating well
About three times a day
And if I were religious
I swear I would pray

I'm trying to focus on all
The nonsense I do
But like obsessed
All I can see is you
The time will come
When this will be history
Left in my mind
As an unsolved mystery
Days gone by, but what is different
What has changed?
You promised me
That time would get things arranged
Perhaps you've forgetten me
Just like you were supposed to do
But I'm still singing my song
And looking at the picture I drew
I still dream
And you keep being involved
But by the time I wake up
Your face has dissolved
The time must come
When this will be history
Left in my mind
As an unsolved mystery