A sordid hate for a friend once lost,
No...

She likes Roses, but she doesn't like red,
She doesn't like thorns or flowers...

The angel flies,
The demon lies...

All empires fall,
Under the sea...

When we were five or six and used to play,
The rescue, the escape, the welcome home...

I wish I could tell you, you've butchered my...
I wish I could tell you, I fell in to deep...

The end has come,
But none will cry...

I have been watching you all of this time,
Hopelessly praying one day you'll be mine...

I'm sorry I could never trust,
that what you said you meant...