Damn, here we go again.
I’m not a saint in a white chapel
But I did my best to be a good man.
Damn, here she comes again.
I hold my breath as I remember
The forgotten pain from this never ending game.
Damn, a teardrop on her skin.
I kissed her lips in the morning light.
Soft and sweet, they caught my off guard.
Damn, but it was just a dream.
I closed my eyes to see her again.
She was gone and took the dream along.
At first I thought I would win this game without any scratches.
Oh but then I turned around and saw there was nothing left to gain.
At first I thought I would stand strong without any noise.
Oh but then I made a sound and saw there was nothing left to say.