They talk about salvation, hope, happiness;
And sometimes anger, depression, sadness.
But you're beyond all those human things
And deep inside, my heart, she sings.

I used to listen to the love songs
Then I fell in love with you
Now I don't listen to any love songs
Because they can't relate to you
They're all the same, those love songs

I've always been a romantic, but
This is something more than love.
This ain't no feeble twilight,
Darling, this is the damning dark of night.

You're not a man, you're fire and ice,
Filled with something more than life.
It's in the way you think and move,
It is hidden in your subtle moods.

Your eyes are filled with emptiness,
Long ago, you lost the rest.
In this world, how can I dream on
Now that I know what is your demon?

Yeah, I don't listen to any love songs
Because they can't relate to you.