You call me in the middle of the night
Things move
Time changes, the sky falls away like plaster
You long for the days in which the hours
Went by lightly, and words weren't needed to explain
Nothing matters anymore, my memories are glue
They stick to my skin, give me my fairytales back
If the bad of me
I was between your tears
How could you not notice where I was
Next to the proud warrior
You stay on the edge of a glass
The memory of a mistake
The struggle of moving from your stomach
Punish your desires again
Bring yourself back to where you were
When the sun wouldn't knock on your closed door
Nothing matters anymore, my memories are glue
They stick to my skin
Give me my fairytales back
If the bad of me
I was between your tears
How could you not notice where I was
Next to the proud warrior
I will be able to say goodbye to sighs
Turn around and in an instant I will be gone
In the creases of your heart
With no more fears
The bad of me
I was between your tears
How could you not notice where I was
Next to the proud warrior
The proud warrior
And that warrior was...