This is the end of your trust   My favourite dreams have turned into dust   Nobody can stop us      Well, this is the end of my proud   We need no attention We just need more time   To answer this question   We just need more time   To use our discretion      Stay! Feel the pain!   It’s cold so cold!   And we play someone’s game   Called love, love!      This is the end of your touch   We’re standing accused, need each other so much   We’re standing confused now      Well, this is the end of the kiss   There’s no reason to doubt, no reason for fear   No reason for promise   That no one could keep   No reason to promise      We must Stay! Feel the pain!   It’s cold, so cold!   And we play someone’s game   Called love, love!