Anger keeps me up at night.
Anger, shrouding every light,
depriving me of my own right,
to dream for you across my bed.

So long as I'm awake at 3.
So long as you're away from me,
for all I have is what I see.
Alone, my pillow wraps my head.

I shake again, against my will,
my mind can't see beyond the hill,
a mist is hiding - that's what I feel,
and all in love - are living dead

Because love is joy,
and love is cruel.
Love is true to just a few,
and love is what makes me a fool.

The morning comes and I'm awake,
the anger goes, the silence breaks.
For even if my heart they take,
I stand right here, with no tears shed.