You.
Days pass, but I am worse than yesterday
Ah,
why does it burn, why does it whine?
Empty ashes in my eyes
Why does it burn, why does it whine?
Empty ashes in my eyes
Why does it hum again with ecstasy?
To whom shall I use my lips?
How can I make my passion grow again?
Who can I tell?
Who can I tell?
The sky has hit me on my knee.
The sky has hit me on my knee.