There was a point
where everything was so breathtaking.
I was so in love
with everything I saw in the light.

Where did it go?
Where is the dancing sweat from my tongue?
Where are my Thailand tears?

And where are your three dots?
Your perfect spots,
your perfect triangle.
The perfect threesome,
the perfect freedom.

So who decides which good things reside
and who can say which ones go away?
Give me those keys, can't you trust me?
What need I prove?
Was it always you?

If there are so many minutes we can say,
"I'll miss this in the morning."
Why did we ever close those blinds?
Who told us the next sun was alive?

And who made me a window?
Twisting my secrets and lies
with his poisoned wine?
I'll never wake up now.

Goodnight lovers,
goodnight love.
I live without you so well.