I some times visit the place where I laid my love...
I flashback and remember the playing, tickling...

It started with God's beautiful creation in eden,
the place in which man was casted out for treason...

I tremble as i walk through the cemetery of love,
and i stumble upon something which was sent from...

I cant remember
the last time you cared about anything...

I bury this love six feet under,
For nobody to see nor plunder...