A lone city, longing is a sorrow, you'll burn, too,
One day your heart'll hurt, you'll be bleeding, too,
The hands that you hold, will burn you, too,
The places that you go, will take you in, too,
You will be all alone one day and you'll understand me,
You left me; but you will never get away with it,
You burned me down; but you will never get away with it,
Are you happy like this, what's the matter with you?
You left me; but you will never get away with it,
You burned me down; but you will never get away with it,
Are you happy like this, what's the matter with you?
A lone city, longing is a sorrow, you'll burn, too,
One day your heart'll hurt, you'll be bleeding, too,
The hands that you hold, will burn you, too,
The places that you go, will take you in, too,
You will be all alone one day and you'll understand me,
You left me; but you will never get away with it,
You burned me down; but you will never get away with it,
Are you happy like this, what's the matter with you?
You left me; but you will never get away with it,
You burned me down; but you will never get away with it,
Are you happy like this, what's the matter with you?
You left me; but you will never get away with it,
You burned me down; but you will never get away with it,
Are you happy like this, what's the matter with you?