Like an exhausted soldier   sleepless for five and six days   burning dark clothes i wear   sometimes i feel like being dead.   The oldest fear is true love.   It's the desert in my mouth.   I've been looking for love.   I got enough guilt to start.   I'm still up and staring   at the trails of aeroplanes.   Soundless dawn slow motion.   Sometimes i feel like being loved.   The sweetest truth is failure.   It's the cold breeze felt in june.   I've been looking for her.   I got enough love to give.      And her smile now explodes in the coldest day.   She can't stop to instigate true-love's hopeless fate.   And my mouth now collides with my oldest fear.   I can't hold these inside.   I can't hold these tears.      It's the sound of the joy that i can't rewind.   I used to hear distant crack out in the city night.   And today i've no words   I'm coming unmasked for her.   I would like to sing it all day long.   It's true love. It's the sound of the joy   that i can't rewind.   I used to hear distant cracks out in the city night.   And today i've no words   I'm coming unmasked for her.   I would like to sing it all day long.      I'm still up and staring   at the trails of aeroplanes.   Sometimes i feel like being loved.   Just listen to the sound of the joy i can't rewind.   True love's hopeless fate.