Sometimes we find things we're not looking for
And we lose the sense of reason
Sometimes we lose what we are caring for
Аnd then face the day without them
My life, my home, my you
Sometimes we fail to say how hurt we are
When the word we fear speaks «treason»
Don't wanna be there when my Cupid dies
From a wound by his own arrow
Here's no life, my home, my you
I raise a glass 'n drown my sorrow
When I'm on my own
I dry my eyes on a shoulder
But it's not my own
I cannot hold you, my tears are made of stone
I feel a tap on my shoulder, but… tonight I dance alone