Words don't come all the time
The way we feel, the way we slide
The galaxy is so dark and wide
Your open arms are mine tonight
And I wait
Till the morning after
On my grave
Nothing really matters
Undone in a thousand places
Undone from you
Undone, the ground is breaking
Undone, and the mind plays tricks on you
Truth is, I feel you near
A ghost in black who disappeared
I put Berlin eyes in my love A.I.
And mirrors on my ceiling
And I wait
Till the morning after
On my grave
Nothing really matters