A small fire is burning in the hall
I can see my image on the flame
Shadowy in detail
I see my face never so young before
What I see in that face is love, happiness
I seem so glad
But what I really feel is pain
Because this image is so fake

I know that's bad, I know that's sad
But these were things I never had
Were those Things Imaginary?
These were things I never had
Things imaginary

Everybody used to say,
They felt these things by doing nothing
Only thing I have to say
I lost these things by doing nothing

I know that's bad, I know that's sad
But these were things I never had
Were those Things Imaginary?
These were things I never had
Things imaginary

Everyone had a home
I was the one who felt so lone
Everybody used to play
In lovely places where I couldn't stay