It's dark in my home today
Even though the lights are on, even though the lights are on
It's dark
The marks of your leaving are showing on my hands
Aching, aching
On my hands
Loves*, doesn't love to love anymore
Because a love like this doesn't feel good anymore
You always made me fly during days
But at nights you made me ashamed of myself
Loves, doesn't love to love anymore
I shouldn't ever have came to ask you for fire
When now it's so dark
Secrecies and cover-ups
They belonged to our life
And weren't told about to anyone
That ecstasy felt good
But we had our eyes closed
When you were close to me
You weren't able to see me
Loves, doesn't love to love anymore
Because a love like this doesn't feel good anymore
You always made me fly during days
But at nights you made me ashamed of myself
Loves, doesn't love to love anymore
I shouldn't ever have came to ask you for fire
When now it's so dark
You always made me fly during days
But at nights you made me ashamed of myself
You always made me fly during days
But at nights you made me ashamed of myself
Because loves, doesn't love to love anymore
I shouldn't ever have came to ask you for fire
When now it's so dark