E, todas as noites, ele prós seus botões:

Lonely is the room the bed is made

The open window lets the rain in

Burning in the corner is the only one 

Who dreams he had you with him 

My body turns and yearns for a sleep

That won't ever come

It's never over,

My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder

It's never over,

all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her...

It's never over,

All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter...

It's never over,

She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

Too young to hold on 
And too old to just break free and run