why this silence?nis it good? nis it bad?nor just silence?nall the flowers have died and it's overn'cause nothing's any goodnni feel restlessnall my dreams are enveloped by sadnessnand my sweet memories are in parisnwhen everything was goodnnwhen you sang your song to menhow i longed to be in your armsnnow i can't believe your liesnand your treacherous charmsnnand i listen to the silence out herenhow i listennmaybe you'll reappear when it's overn'cause nothing's any goodn