Don't come to pieces in my hand 
White stars reflecting dust and sand 
That perfume makes me think of grief 
Shake the faith, shake the belief 

Who's there to say that we're living this moment 
Feels like I'm in a play 
The sets and the props of this, your apartment 
Seem to be fading away, fading away 

So I wander through these rooms 
I feel the orbit of the moons 
And I dream what I've become 
And all's forgotten by the sun