You're sleeping. And I'm watching you again.
And the unvanished passion of the night
Takes all the warmth away and cools inside.
So stop it? Walk away? I just don't care.
We ripped up all the things we had these days,
We locked our feelings in our road bags,
The chain is both my endless love and careness,
My faith is just my handcuffs in the place.
You're smiling. You're laughing 'cause you're free
From lies, from me, the endless bed - the place
Of crossing and suspenses. And no grace.
I'm drinking you. Like air we all need.
My yesterday, today, my months and years,
My sadness, madness and my light inside,
The light I need, but it will blind my eyes.
What's that to you? The burden and the games.
Tomorrow it will be over. And no bitching.
There will be no passion, no pain.
I'm next to you. I've had enough'f your games.
I didn't turn the gas off in the kitchen.
