It is cut off the street of our history, the circulation is closed, feelings get stuck in the roundabout and collide with your reason. And the things that used to happen between us don't happen anymore. And the night flees, flees from us and it's cold on the mattress. And like a waterfall of lost dreams, of defeated verses, of stone and mist, your world and mine fall on me. The lights that we will never see shine, fall. The air that used to feed us escapes and the heat goes away. After all, we fell like anyone else in the same mistake. I thought that my heart would always be yours. And the night flees, flees from us and it's cold on the mattress. And like a waterfall of lost dreams, of defeated verses, of stone and mist, your world and mine fall on me. The lights that we will never see shine, fall. Shine. Shine.