Out in the darkness, the nightingale sings
His song of sorrow suffocates me
Like stagnant water it burns through my lungs
Like winter's wind, blows right through me

A new lonely sunrise, begins my day
The newborn rays seethe me with pain
These sleepless nights tear me apart
I am a victim of the most gentle torment...

Your portrait on the wall is coloured sepia
It seems it's been centuries since you walked away
I recall myself bowing, and saying my fond farewells
Foolishly hoping I'd let go of you

The ghosts of you dance through the corridors
And the ghosts of me clumsily follow
I tell them over and over that they're being foolish,
eventhough they already know

Underneath the surface of me
Underneath the armour of me
is an intolerable weakness

Underneath the surface of me
Underneath the pretence of me
Is you.

Out in the darkness, the nightingale sings
His song of sorrow suffocates me
Like stagnant water it burns through my lungs
Like winter's wind, blows right through me X2

Not entirely happy with it.

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