Old trees won't ask questions,

Burnt down houses thirst for water,

While stones dream of mountains



Dead animals run in darkness

Still you have the ocean in a glass of water

While the sun on your burnt skin



Even the sun will give in

You will never be forgiven



Red roses will have a different meaning, 

though all you see is love



Love that never took shape of what you wanted it so badly to be

So you became obsessed with the thought and painted all the images black

painted all the images black, painted all the images black



You will never be forgiven