Try to see through false-coloured eyes

Promise to act like grown-ups do

Is it in my genes or jeans I do not know

Stuck in a never-ending daydream

A well-hidden secret all those years

It's understood I send my regards to you



Tears of joy to tears of despair

Scratches my back with razor-sharp nails

The queen is gone and there's no time to speak

Still in an ever-lasting nightmare

The song of a ghost is following me

A salted truth out of false belief



It's overit's overI will always remember you name

It's overit's overand without you it won't be the same



This sudden death is coming