It’s you. it’s because of «you and me» that I belive. It’s about the music being too loud that I can’t hear you wisper. It’s all that you don’t say that I know. It’s  the way you touched me that makes me  remember. The fact that even if…

It is about «the way you remind me» that I know myself.

Why is it that even when I think were close you disaper ?  Why is it that the time never matter, exist or change anything about «the space between»  us?