you can call it anything, but that was love
when we were happy just because we shared the blanket.
you can call it what you want

you can call it anything, but that was love.
that was pure love.

elevator rides were always awkward only
for those around us, who felt desperately lonely.
now i see closing the doors,
i feel awkward and count the floors.

you can call it anything, but that was love
when we were happy just because we shared our prayers.
you can call it what you want
you can call it anything, but that was love.
that was pure love.

when we spent the cold winter in love
in your pocket you had your gloves
but our hands always merged in mine
nothing’s left, but the [bad word] torment of time.

i showed you what is love,
you threw it away, you threw it away.
i can’t change your stubborn heart,
you push me away, you push me away.
you floated too far away,
you [bad word] home, you [bad word] home.
i hope that you’re still okay,
but you’re alone, you are alone.