That was the night I went too far That was a sleep that was too deep That was a trap with no escape But it was sweeter than freedom I'd seen your face even before I was born I'll see you when I die, sweet honey
And I don't know the way back All the things I'd treasured are left behind Your voice is sweeter than honey And your touch gives me such a rush!
That was the morning when I cursed the world The colors faded before my eyes This freedom was like hell I had the echo of your voice in my head And on my chest your tears have almost dried Your tears have almost dried, sweet honey