A white noise from the radio,
The last one's left the latest show.
This is not love, it's just a fake,
Another habit we must break.
A shadow passes a window cross
As I'm yet suffering from the loss.
Fallen leaves are driven forth,
As we are driven on an unknown course.
My love is gone, lost and dead
Just like a feeling that I never had.
There's something seeking in your sight
Reflecting visions by the light.
Your blood is spread upon the floor.
I do not realise the scene before,
I don't remember, was it me?
I can't believe in what I see.