You’re the one, the bound, the thing I've never seen. You guide me now through long cruel promises. We've dreamed too much, for broken memories. A part of us dismissed some history.
From Paris to Glasgow we've tried to save a tear… For freedom, with boredom, broken promises! If tonight we lived another mystery, Your eyes reflect the same cold misery.
Don't you think my darling; we are nothing in the dark! Don’t we miss some pleasure enclosed in my broken house?
Don't you think my darling; we are nothing in the dark! We fall, we fall out broken promises!