Over the ocean, where you dwell,
Ugly the house is not.
Sad over blue dress you are and, as well,
Missing its small polka dots.
Something so special in past like a trap,
Though is confined to oblivion.
Sandals high heeled with a white leather strap,
Something you’ll learn with to live on.
Still in the centre the house, remains
Warm fire place in the hall.
Place where people had smile on their face,
And you were having a ball.
Memories flash some and come back again,
Touching yourself like a breeze.
Place where you’ve never had sorrow or pain,
Waiting for you willow trees.
Over the ocean, where you dwell,
Nice little house you’ve got.
Sad over blue dress you are and, as well,
Missing its small polka dots.

Crave you to the shivers down the spine,
Crave you to the goosebumps on the skin.
Scattered and dispersed in space and time,
Traces of the past is all there’s left for me.
Memories are drowning in the pain,
Stuck in them I am for no good reason.
Wish I could survive through all again,
Dreams of mine would not have been imprisoned.
Dignity is lost, is lost respect,
Nothing in the past could now be altered.
Nothing could be changed in retrospect.
Have to chose between a noose and altar.
Crave you to the shivers down the spine,
Crave you to the goosebumps on the skin.
Scattered and dispersed in space and time,
And dispelled are parts of you and me!