What is wrong with you, my love
Too much to to do, too much to take
Too fast to stay, much more to get
Nothing to reach, no chance to see
Better not feel, the cold inside
Too much to to do, too much to take
Too fast to stay, much more to get
Nothing to reach, no chance to see
Nothing to loose, better not feel
What is wrong with you my love
A misty cold morning long ago
Was the beginning of a dream
A nightmare yet, but still a dream
Of frozen stars and blood like ice
Left behind in the darkness
A dream of freedom, peace and love
Wake up, your nightmare became alive
The past drops into the future
Present feels like death without your love
Too much to to do, too much to take
Too fast to stay, much more to get
Nothing to reach, no chance to see
Better not feel, the cold inside
What is wrong with you my love
A misty cold morning long ago
Was the beginning of a dream
A nightmare yet, but still a dream
Of frozen stars and blood like ice
Left behind, in the darkness, exists no time
A dream of freedom, peace and love
Wake up, your nightmare became alive
The past drops into the future
Present feels like death without your love
What is wrong with you my love
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