Do I ever cross his mind?
When she is sleeping by his side?
Does he ever recall the night our eyes met?
When he was standing outside in the winter’s cold
Did he ever think of me as his lover?
When I was wrapped beside him in velvet sheets?
Does he ever recall about the time
When I was on my knee on a marble surface?
 
Nostalgia plays its tricks with me
I was left to carry our will to the summit
We were always meant to be with each other
Even if it was all just in my fantasies