There is no more space for illusions, Just billions of disappointments... I am flying against the wind, Getting exhausted, Trying to catch a glance of Your senseless self.
And everything is left as it is, Just a pile of expired feelings. Boxes of unopened letters, Fine souls but tormented hearts.
Passion turned into ashes, Everything around us is now pale and tasteless. Everything seems dead around me! The streets are cold, dark and empty, Everything seems dead around me! The streets are cold, dark and empty, I seem to be alone at night.
No light coming out of the windows, None out here is talking or screaming, I feel so lonely, and this silence is killing me.