spill them drops

oh lara, oh lara,

see me fill my glass

with your absence

and pour it down

my raspy throat

and still feel thirsty

for all i had was

your fleetin' shadow

in the middle of it,

a night in the city

all bright with lights

that make me vanish

into thin air, no?

how is it possible?

all these activities

happening, occuring,

with you gone forever?

the earth keeps spinnin',

the sun rises and sets,

the rain keeps fallin',

the people lose bets,

the cars keep drivin',

the city drowns in lights,

the river keeps flowin',

the days fade into nights,

without you being here

the cycle goes on

oh lara, oh lara,

are you really gone?

if so, then why, oh why

do i see you in the sky,

as a silhouette of tears,

a symbol of all my fears,

as tea spilled on the floor,

a faint knock on the door,

as a kiss on cold, blue lips,

or a memory between sips

of drinks made of nothing

but your absence,

oh lara, oh lara,

do i even make sense?