A man of air
Hey Michonne, it´s me Paul, don’t worry this is my last call.
I´m about to leave, but I can´t breath this shit is pressing me to death.
So here I go, I´ll let you know, and then you wont see me anymore.
I sent you letters written in blood, I found them back in my mail box.
I sang you songs beneath your window, Oh God, who was there laughing on your bed?
I´ve given you all, my heart and soul, and now I´m just a man of air.
No flesh no cloth, why were you so… We could have been so much in love.