Clouseau
Miscellaneous
Alone With Her
It's dark, it's night
I'm living all alone
And the radio is turned down
Some music is gone to give
Unconsciously I think of her
How her gaze could transport me
How I often went behind the window
to watch her very secretly
Only with her everything was the same it was normal
Only with her I sometimes found myself at a loss for words
Only with her was everything as it should be
Only with her, only with her
Was it night or it was day
She was always by my side
With her love, with her laughter
And usually with both
Only with her...
In the dark, in the night
I often think back to her
And the radio softly plays all those songs one after the other
Was it what I expected
Or was it a lot too heavy
In the dark, in the night I still long for her
Only with her...

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