We go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go.
We work together in the crowd when we party.
Tears were the rain that fell upon my window sill after you were gone.
I remember still the little things that made my heart so very happy, happy, happy.
Plus the teardrops from my eyes the night were over.
Wondered why, why was he depressed the night I saw him go.
When in my heart I could feel it all coming.
No love for you, no love for me.
No love for you.
Having nightmares.
Having nightmares.
Having nightmares.
Having nightmares.
Having nightmares.
Having nightmares.
Then the repression dawn breaks the sky and leaves me free to think.
I take myself to that forgotten doubt with haunting memories, smoke and drink.
With only I pretend to be sitting there.
I lift my glass up high.
I cease to remember you no longer care but to drink our time's gone by,
having two nightmares, having nightmares.
One night at the restaurant with two ésbuis, a night and a night,
and with no life in sight, had the previous life and now you should.
One night in theяни me.
I live my glass up high.


Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.