S.O.S. [Sisyphus' Ordinary Solitude] Testo

I can feel the chill of the night...tonight/And when the cold wraps me up like this/I miss your helpful words to swallow.../(shall I) WAIT FOR YOU?/WAIT FOR YOU?/WHERE ARE YOU?/SHOOTING STAR/I must have lost my way again this time/So I need your arms and warmth tonight/Icy skin, snowy thoughts/And a blank, solid silence.../(shall I) WAIT FOR YOU?/WAIT FOR YOU?/WHERE ARE YOU?/SHOOTING STAR/MY SCAR...