Do you know the crystals of sorrow?
Mountains of ruined days in which we stand...
and again your fear, holding us dear.
Touched by more than one bad helping hand.
All that's left... is the feeling of waste and it's well known bitter taste.

Not at all quite... all night,
sings a conference of bad dreams... sad dreams.
In an unbreakable confidence it seems.
About us... like we're just...
things on strings.
Like we shouldn't be confused...
about the fact of being used.

These very short moments of happiness...
what a trap this is.
Words just to talk, not to touch....
you decide... lie after lie... you still try.
but it didn't took much, to feel such.

At your weakest spot,
are these clear tears you've got.
Running over a body i once liked,
for his strength and pride.
I always thought, you should never hide.
Remember...
there where days you just walked by...
and i could just surrender.

In my head...
the touch of a tongue felt so real...
but she must've cried before...
cause someone tried before.
So it was her beautiful,
but salty skin I could feel.

My ever haunting sin...
is a way to smart part...
of a warm beaten heart within.

Anything afterwards is history...
and our relationship stays in the books...
as misery or mystery.