I loved the idea of loving a disaster.
I loved the thought of floating through the wind, whilst the storm is just getting worse and worse.
My love was all but a waste of time.

But the disaster was yet to come.
You took everything and threw it off a cliff. There was nothing I could do about it.
There was nothing I could ******* do about it.

House of power, secret of the night,
But he won't back down.
I dare to ask you my final question, my final fantasy:
Can I kiss you?