That day I was standing and you kneeling,
the usual quarrel we had,
tears running down your eyes,
while me, my heart.
It's then time we sit at the window,
I'll get my guitar; and you can make me a cup of tea,
We spend all evening swinging by the melody,
watching the moon replacing resting sun.
I cannot be you, and you're not me,
Let's stop trying,
Cause we are puzzles,
Different in shapes,
but completing each other.