No, I really don't
feel anything anymore.
No, nothing could
make me feel better.
I'm almost not afraid anymore
of the dark or dawn
I'm not really hurting anymore
Yes, tonight I don't feel a damn thing1
I cling to my pale nights.
You let it go, I go wild
I take revenge in my pale nights
I bend over, you go wild.
No, really nothing does
sound the death knell, the end.
No, really nothing
does drive me away from good
I'm almost not afraid anymore
to experience the purest love
I won't make the mistake
to end up alone in the blue anymore
I cling to my pale nights.
You let it go, I go wild
I take revenge in my pale nights
I bend over, you go wild.
I cling to my pale nights.
You let it go, I go wild
I'm taking revenge in my pale nights
I bend over, you go wild.
I cling to my pale nights.
You let it go, I go wild
I'm taking revenge in my pale nights
you bend over, I go wild.
1. for some reason she switches to a rather relaxed French in mid-sentence