Try to see through false-coloured eyes
promise to act like grown-ups do
is it in my genes or jeans i do not know
stuck in a never-ending daydream
a well-hidden secret all those years
it's understood i send my regards to you
Tears of joy to tears of despair
scratches my back with razor-sharp nails
the queen is gone and there's no time to speak
still in an ever-lasting nightmare
the song of a ghost is following me
a salted truth out of false belief
It's over, it's over, i will always remember you name
it's over, it's over, and without you it won't be the same
This sudden death is coming