Sonata Arctica

Sometimes we find things we're not looking for
and we lose the sense of reason
Sometimes we lose what we are caring for
and 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 to life, my home, my you