Slipping on icy grounds, feeling fear
The cold, cold wind blows in my ear
Whispering of sad stories, tragic fairytales
Overwhelmed with lullabies and virgin sales
Magnifying my lashes, multiplied by three
Abnormal behaviour is understandable indeed
By the way, I don’t recall promising to bleed
Signs with skulls and crossbones are advising
When marksmen with bows and arrows are hiding
Themselves behind masks in the woods of sorrow
Creeping the passersby, these woods are hollow
So dark, so very dark
So old, so very old
So cark, so very cark
So mad, so very mad
So wet, so very wet
So glad, so very glad
If we had never ever met
We’re falling
We’re falling
...in love
We’re falling
We’re falling
We’re falling
...from the sky
We’re falling
We’re falling
...down

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