Crying again in front of the mirror
this isn't what will help you
the same cold bed again
can't fall asleep because of him
people are traveling away from here
searching for direction in the wind
where is your life
where is his life
Pour a little wine
it will rescue you in the meantime
and your heart...
He will come and knock at the door
and will yell cursed love
during the hours that aren't hours like in the movies
you are broken
he will leave a bit of his scent
nothing prepared you before
for the loneliness that returns at night
Another cigarette was lit
again he wants to hear
how sad your life is when he isn't here
you sit waiting
trains travel inside your brain
that will take away the tears
that will occupy your time
Pour a little wine
it will rescue you in the meantime
and your heart...
He will come and knock at the door
and will yell cursed love
during the hours that aren't hours like in the movies
you are broken
he will leave a bit of his scent
nothing prepared you before
for the loneliness that returns at night