Dear lover, where have you been? Writing me of all the things you had seen in your dreams and it seems you've forgotten the things that you said when
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through
So messed up I want you here In my room I want you hear Black eyes Black nails Black heart Black soul I am so alive I am so alone Torn apart by love
