I will stop loving you this spring.
Your shackles are so sweet, but painful.
In deadly smoke my lonely soul
Can’t find the peace, can’t spread its wings.
Like in an old unfunny flick
The stars are whispering your name.
The sky is what I have to blame,
But I don't care about this trick.
I let the snow fall on my head,
I let the cold pass through my body.
I couldn't and I didn't want it -
To love you reckless 'till I'm dead...