In the darkest place where the shadows meet,
we hide intent with perfect deceit...

Beating hearts' not going to last,
you will need a triple bypass...

Walking down this corridor,
I look at the ceiling, I look at the floor...

You don't think she know, when you go home,
but she's smelling perfume, and not your cologne...

Whose gonna wipe your tears little boy,
walking down that lonely street...

Why must I be afraid to love you.
Or even afraid of the dark...

No one sees I am dying,
no one sees the pain...

Your voice,
a gentle breeze in my ears...

Heartless.
Fearless...

A once warm bed, broken and left to thieves.
War is forced into a happy home...

It's late.
I know I should sleep...

Love of my soul,
soul of my love...