How Many? - Dying Passion

How many days is it, how many?

I’ve asked myself since you’re not here

I reject to know but it feels

Like it’s hundred years

How many nights I cannot sleep — I am awake

But yet I go astray in dreams

I wander on the stars

I’ve got even permission beyond time boundary

How many moments I don’t think of you

Perhaps the one or just the half

How many emotions which make me chill

I would slip on that ice

How much emptiness until your return

In my reply I’ll be lost for good