All I see in this darkness are the fires burning in the distance; Dreams disappear with the smoke formed from former wishes. Life is a cartoon and we are animals of circumstance; What have I become without a real romance?
Long live the death of love; Leave me to grieve alone, to rot and to rust. Please take me far faraway from lust; I have no empathy for a feeling I can no longer trust.
You saw me looking at love alone; You saw me weeping and decided I was the one. A joke to tell me, a conversation we had never had; I wonder how you knew how I felt, When I had never told you about that.
Somehow I know that you are always near; When I come home you are always here. But not tonight, the lights are turned off; Now I weep into a wine glass, as the misery reappears.
These things we do, These things we say, Bring us forever closer to drifting away.