Promise me that it'll hurt,
That you'll be yet another mistake,
That I'll taste from a more bitter story,
And I'll let you wound me for the second time,
Promise me that it'll hurt . . .
We have the moon in the sky,
Illusions as a landmark,
Everything you say betrays you,
I already know what comes next.
The dance is slow, you rush into momentary pleasures,
But I already know your steps from somewhere . . .
You're way too cocky, you know what you have to do,
Only that you didn't put the comma in the right place,
I dance with my eyes closed so that you don't see that they're teary,
But this time, I know what you have to offer.
Promise me that it'll hurt,
That you'll be yet another mistake,
That I'll taste from a more bitter story,
And I'll let you wound me for the second time,
Promise me that it'll hurt . . .
You have the perfect advantage, feelings at the pawn shop,
Play the last card, lie to me one more night,
You approach slowly, you smile at me without rhythm and regret,
But I know what comes next, you'll leave tomorrow.
You're way too cocky
You know what you have to do,
Only that you didn't put the comma in the right place,
I dance with my eyes closed so that you don't see that they're teary,
But this time, I know what you have to offer.
Promise me that it'll hurt,
That you'll be yet another mistake,
That I'll taste from a more bitter story,
And I'll let you wound me for the second time . . .