Here comes the white nights again
In every laugh is hidden the pain
Small talk with a slip of the toungue
I'm feeding the fire knowing it's wrong.

The night used to comfort me
Told me what my life should be
Now I'm dancing on a vulcano
I know the world but not my ego.

It's dark here inside and I did at least I tried
But I can't find the person... I can't look into the eyes of the sun.

It's a fair mockery
The sinsiter mirror inside of me.