He's the darkness himself, and I need to stay on the good side.
I am friends with angels, can't betray them,
can't break the promises I made
for one moment of blaze,
can't jump in the hell
for one glance of heavens down the way.

Love was made to heal, not burn whatever comes its way.
How can I turn a blind eye and not see
the crying angels and the mourning demons?

Still... I need to stay
on the good side,
any side that's not your side.