To know love is to ache; 

hurt yourself and repent

For in the end all is gone;

lights go out, your time is spent



If I were you I would retract and lock my heart

Concede defeat and admit I was off the mark

If I were you I would turn away and hide my face

Swallow my pride and then finish ere it’s all disgrace



All of our dreams now laid on the sand

To wait by the perilous tides

To be washed away into the depths

And sink without a trace

Just a fool’s hope remains



To rejoice is to lapse;

fool yourself and repent

Mirth will soon turn into woe,

reveries to contempt



If I were you I would now bring the curtain down

Accept my lot and thus fathom out my own bounds

If I were you I would rue the day when I was born

Cleanse all in life and redeem myself from scorn



Remember these words when tide is turning

The less you hope for, the less you suffer

If you dare to trust, then you shall shatter

Lunge from the heights and fall to smithereens



And when you come here with charred wings and a defiled heart

Wait not for compassion or words of consolation

For only a gleeful smile is greeting you