It's a shame.
I felt tempted to repair,
can't you read the stars?
I've learned with the others,
I don't sleep with my three lights on,
but I wasn't entirely prepared. Not even close.
I try, but I can't get in.
Maybe that was the problem,
to sleep with my three lights on.
I know that I'm not feeling stronger
my weakness is like a bomb - ready to blow.
12 days. I can't call anyone, I'm sure.
I'm still sleeping on the couch with my three lights off.
I feel that most people still think that I'm guilty,
I can't blame them,
‘cause I know some things you don't.
For all those years. For all those times,
that we've knocked down the world.
The star you wish is dead.
There's no way you could get there,
please don't die in my arms tonight.