Love that I call as a tale of all parts...
..is going, is coming to end, you see.
Because of smell which smudged to body
Soulis dying, soul is burning
As if there is an another person in your eyes
You don't care what I feel at all
She looks at my face like if she demans permission
Does seperation need permission?
You'll love me so much
You'll cry at my door, clocks will stop
You'll love me so much
Surely poetic justice will come for you
You'll be crossed with mirrors
Beauties in your face will fade away
You'll love me so much
You mark my words!
You'll end up at streets
By counting each nights without me
You'll love me so much
You mark my words!
You will pray but none of them will come true
None of them will come true
You'll love me so much
You mark my words!