I saw you walking round the house tonight

Trying to catch a glimpse of what's inside

Driven by some mix of curiosity

And a bit of nostalgia



This advice you should take seriously

What you seek is not in here

So don't come knocking at my door

For you should know that no one lives here

No more...



A glass of wine stands on the table still

And flowers grace the window sill

You see a dim light shining from the fireplace

I notice you stare freezing cold



This advice you should...



In this house

No one lives here

No more...



A love unbreakable until it broke

A dream so real until I awoke

So what you see inside this house tonight

Is the mess you left behind



This advice you should...



In this house

No one lives here

No more...



Don't come here, don't cross my way

Stay out of sight, I don't want to see your face



Don't come here, don't you hear what I say

Leave me alone, I don't want your cold embrace



What you've done to me in the name of love

Wasn't quite what I had been thinking of

My wounded flesh lies open to your scorn

Each and every time we meet



And still it bleeds...



Some experiences in life leave us with wounds,

that keep bleeding even many years after the injury.

They say that time heals all the wounds,

but noone knows how much time will be necessary.