late at night
takin a ride
stay in the car
watching the lights go by
and stare at the lonesome streets
now it is done
chains of another one
wrapped around your
shining skin
left back...in a hall of memories
an office of the unloved
there´s nothing more to reach
than emotional outer space
strange sounding bells
flash through the icy tunnels
of my imagination
will you remember me
at this one moment
of a perfect addiction
now at the end
it´s such a dead relation
a mistake of desire
that will not fade away
left back...in a hall of memories
an office of the unloved
there´s nothing more to reach
than emotional outer space