Text: Gaia Riva. Frantic. Beg For More.

From a little distance
I can see you go
There's something I should tell you
A thing that I'm not sure
You're ready to know
Unusual way to use me
If you cannot even see me
A strange idea of fault
I cannot keep on hiding
I wait for when you'll notice
That you are not alone
And then I'll not beg for more
Hidden in the darkness
My breathe deceives me
And I try to draw away
But inside me I'm still hoping
That I have done it just a moment too late
You turn round quickly searching
For a sign of someone's presence
And you decide to smoke
My body contradicts me
If you'd want you could perceive me
But you decide you're wrong
Oh don't make me beg for more
Stop and cry
Stop and cry
Stop and cry for us, now
Stop and cry
Stop and cry
Stop and cry
But you just go on your way
Oh, God curse this unjust day
And tell the wind to blow
To dissipate my tears
And to guide them to your white hand
So finally you'll know
And then I'll not beg for more