$port - Doris Sams lyrics

I'm surrounded by people who, one day, will be gone The sea will soon fade our precious vows, they're written in the sand I watch her pictures and what I see is everything I'm not A dog, a marriage, some frisbee games, 7 years are gone And as we talk it just feels the same, time doesn't fade it all We're growing up then we're losing touch, but the same joke makes me laugh Past eleven, he's coming too close Past eleven, he's coming too close We all try to conceal our secret parts There's a werewolf in my such good mannered pal This kind of guy to keep the right distance with his mind Is trying, trying to get closer to me Past eleven, his face is way too close Your breath smells awesome, I like you when you're around But still pas à son aise Is this imagination ? Sometimes I fear you just wanna kiss me Past eleven, your mouth is way too close from mine Past eleven, my cheek gets raped by your nose