The night, it pours in
And it's empty again
It's reeking of
All is doneThere’s nothing else to sayPassion is goneThe shades
All is as you want it to beThe light far
I need a timeI need to crashIt will take spine
Back in those days, in starry eyesI’d look back to
Take timeRun away from this roomYou’ll not support the gloom
I want peace of mind It’s so priceless to findserenity
We didn’t care enough about the colder doubt This passion
Don’t look at me MiserablyThere’s no certainty but melancholyYoung but
Fast upon the factAlone you try to make the pact
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