It's too difficult to sleep,
When my head is full of thoughts about the past and fantasies for future,
The past with you and me falling apart and the future with you smiling to me, I can feel you lying beside me in the bed,
"Oh no darling, this can't be true", I tell myself for you aren't here, well you can not be,
For I buried you myself under those dahlias and lilies, when you reeked red.