The two of us:
We walk into a haunted house,
and we paint our faded love on its aging wall.
We use a dark red paint
and we splash it, anger pouring out.
We mainly highlight the bad and the ugly, as usual.
We leave out all the good memories
since we now see them as nothing but worthless antiques,
buried deep inside our melancholic heart.
And when we finally walk out
of that haunted house,
in oppposite directions,
we set it on fire,
permanently destroying whatever is left of us.
I wonder if he has released any album; I really like the way he played this piece: