Spending time,
Sinful lovers
Losing their youth
And trying not to fall.
Too heavy my heart…
Isn’t it the weirdest thing?
Pushing harder
And sensing my loss.
Pursuing the magic
In the strange path of love.
Too empty my heart…
Isn’t it the weirdest thing?
Lying in memories
Of an unbroken pleasure.
Empty shadows
Of a wounded love.
Too broken my heart…
Isn’t it the weirdest thing?
So far, my love
That once has grown.
Too cruel my heart…
Isn’t it the weirdest thing?