Danse Macabre

Decline of Romantiticism
Where will be the border?
And who will draw your line?
In your life there is no order
You just lost track of time
This is your direction
You will never have satisfaction
Intentions, although they were noble
Dreams however, could not be shared
The only choice left
Is to turn away...
Will you ever have enough?
How to explain
It is purity I seek?
In a life with no emotion?
But one has to realise
I need to hang on to a dream
With no emotion
Is this your direction?
You will never have satisfaction
Will you never ever have enough
In a life
With no emotion
- So much for this love
With no emotion
- So much for this love
How will you get further?
For you there is no way,
Is this the way
You want to die tonight?
Our feelings and words
Never meant the same
Where will be your border?
And who will draw your line?
In your life there is no order
You just lost track of time
Time, never was on my side
How to explain
It is purity I seek?
Is this the way you want to die?