I see the morning, it rises above the place that I live and the place that I love I used to see you here, but not anymore
I've seen the pictures, I've smelled your old clothes wishing the stories were all untold now it's a draft everytime I come home not from the wind and not from the cold
I will never forget the summers in France so it came to an end this crazy romance.
Your house is built of pieces of papers and bricks and I feel The storm as I knock on the doors you closed I feel so alone in this empty place Your heart is made of stone
The time was a healer, the time kept me strong my mind was a puzzle with pieces long gone I dance when it's night and I sleep when it's day I find myself living a life on the way I keep thinking of you here by my side now I run by myself, with nowhere to hide
Your house is built of pieces of papers and bricks and I feel The storm as I knock on the doors you closed I feel so alone in this empty place Your heart is made of stone
I am screaming for the love I lost Screaming 'cause I dont know where to go You have been here even when your gone Tell me why I should Be here when I could Take the train of stone to come to you