There's no hope, there's not any light in your eyes
I'm still the waiting one, it doesn't matter
There's no fire no heat in your hands
I would burn may your love live
You are my pain which knocks my door, come in
Your place is always top of my head
I would be speechless if the words would fly from my mind
My beautiful guest, you are always welcome
Are you love or pack of nonsense
Becoming my sweet trouble and getting in the problem
Like there's an inexperience in itself
Which stays as a deep space inside of me