How could I go back... Back to the life where I lived amongst the dead. Those who have forgotten how to feel And become slaves to memory and wishful thinking. But Your love has set me free As You've awakened every star that has been sleeping In the constellation of my soul.
How could I go back to live amongst the dead? Those who imprisoned beauty. I never want to leave Your arms. So I wait in hope for Your embrace.
Illusions of what I thought was love Now I have clear sight To see I've left nothing behind.