[Intro – guitare clean, delay, respiration] I think of you… Still. --- [Verse 1 – voix douce, retenue, guitare clean] I think of you — your eyes, your skin, Your hands still trembling under mine. Your laughter burns behind my ribs, Your tears still haunt the nights I live. Your voice repeats inside my head, A ghost that never lets me rest. Your warmth still stains my empty bed, Like love that time refuses to end. --- [Pre-Chorus – montée lente, tension] When you’re not here, I lose control, Every thought collapses into “us.” --- [Chorus – large, lourd mais mélodique] I think of you — I always do, Every breath is leading back to you. Like stars that ache for something true, I circle you, I’m pulled into you. You’re under skin, you’re in my veins, I can’t escape — I don’t want change. I think… I think… I think of you. --- [Verse 2 – plus dense, batterie plus présente] I think of mornings wrapped in you, Your breath, your smile, the things we knew. I think of lives we haven’t lived, Of vows unspoken, promises hid. I think of futures built in flame, Of sharing scars, of sharing names. If I lost you — I know it’s true, I’d disappear along with you. --- [Pre-Chorus – voix plus intense] When silence hits, my chest still hums, Your name is written in my lungs. --- [Chorus – encore plus massif, chœurs lointains] I think of you — I always do, Every heartbeat breaks in two. Like stars chained to the moon, I orbit you — I bleed for you. You’re in my bones, my sight, my pain, I can’t escape — I won’t refrain. I think… I think… I think of you. --- [Bridge – piano seul, voix murmurée] Every thought wears your face, Every silence takes your place. If I lose you, I lose the way — You’re my night… You’re my day… --- [Final Chorus – cathartique, guitare large, émotion maximale] I think of you — it never ends, Every road leads back again. I think of love — and it’s you, There’s nothing else I’m meant to do. You’re in my breath, my sky, my view, My fall, my rise — it’s always you. I think… I think… I think of you. --- [Outro – retombée, guitare clean, souffle] Even when you’re gone… I think of you.
