Text: Soundtrack Artists. Fourth Letter.

[CLARA]
Yesterday I walked through the park
To the place where we met.
Afterwards I sat on the bench
Where we sat all that sultry afternoon.

I thought about our room, our secret room
Where we were happy
And where we shall be happy again
Some day.

I see us in our room, our secret room,
And I don't feel so alone any more ...


I close my eyes, imagining that you are there,
Imagining your fingers touching mine,
Imagining our room,
The bed, the secrecy, the world outside,
Your mouth on mine ...

[FOSCA]
Captain ...