Refresh, refresh
Everything I have
As if I don't know
That it is all in vain.

I see your look in my mind;
Those eyes as dark as coal,
But as soft as a flute's melody

Then you ask me what's wrong
And I say everything- nothing
So perfect yet so cruel
How two who love must be apart.

On a cold Sunday morning
I betrayed everything I stood for
To lay cuddled up with you.

Quel dommage.