Оригинален текст
Here is one more song of lament and mistrust(
From the girl who makes a fuss(
I have only called to make him feel(
Gave him hell to seal the deal(
What could we hope to gain?(
Drawing blood to dull the blade(
For fear we love, but love we fear(
Drawing closer, drawing near(
Now he walks back to the light(
With darkness planted in his mind