Lyrics: Mate Picukarić
Music: Mate Picukarić
Are you coming soon
It's getting late my friend
If you can just come quietly
And I'll be there pretending to sleep
While I keep on thinking where you've been
And how it just somehow feels as though you never left
I can tell that you're near
Still my senses may deceive
You may be at bay, may have just gone astray
Though I'm probably having a hard time believing you're near
But don't fear
This doubt won't persevere
Knowing how things played out you can't be far away
I think I'd be dishonest
If I said I'm scared to die
With time death takes familiar shapes
Like a night that stops as morning wakes
Like the end of spring
Or a friend that's passing by