The phone is bleeding,
The lights are too dim,
I find my-self standing next to him,
If only I woud have known what would have been.
The lights turn off,
It's now to dark to see,
The feel of his breath washing over me,
'Cause deep down inside I'm dieing...
No maybe tonight it's just crying.
My life is a twisted fantasy,
The paint makes me think it's a tapistry,
The comfort of colors now bleak and dim,
Untill the moment I can once again stand next to him.
The lights are too dim,
I find my-self standing next to him,
If only I woud have known what would have been.
The lights turn off,
It's now to dark to see,
The feel of his breath washing over me,
'Cause deep down inside I'm dieing...
No maybe tonight it's just crying.
My life is a twisted fantasy,
The paint makes me think it's a tapistry,
The comfort of colors now bleak and dim,
Untill the moment I can once again stand next to him.
