In fits of silence, in the dirty tables in my eye.
I lose a diamond but oh, it was a different time.
Colored infusions interspersed with some diluted face
I am caught breathless then it's gone. It's gone.

The ocean's current is the echoing effect I see.
I am so absent that the music never reaches me.
I see it floating on a craft towards the enemy
I cannot wait to see what will become of it.

I'm drowning in the drink I sent you.
You'll never know who sent it to you.

It's me. Can't you see?