This love is gone,
It's all my fault...

Sitting at the window,
Pearing at the cold sky...

There he sits,
By the window...

I sit here waiting,
Waiting to come home...

We live in a world,
Full of stories...

I'm tired of hearing,
Of happy endings...

There he sits,
Alone in the dark...

As he sits there in the shadows,
Thoughts run franticaly inside...

I sit here on the stairs,
Thinking about my love...

I sit and think,
Of all the times...

With this pain in my heart,
I stand in the darkness...

When will I see you again?
Will I ever see you again...