There's no hope, there's no light in your eyes
I'm still the one who's waiting, let it be
There's no fire, no warmth in your hands
I can burn as long as your love is alive
You, my ache who knocks my door; come in
You're always welcome
I get tongue-tied if words fly away from my mind
My beautiful guest you're always welcome
Are you love or a pack of nonsense
Which is my absolute headache that puts me in trouble?
As if there is a lack of experience in your core
Which remains as a trouble in me