[Verse]
ONE LAST SUNSET , A BARREN HOPE
A COLD AND MORBID TENDENCY
WHEN I KISS THOSE LIPS
IT’S LIKE SWALLOWING BROKEN ICE

BLACK ZEPHYR, GUST OF POISON
A SICK APPROACH, A CRUEL DISGUISE
WHEN I DREAM OF STARS
I FEEL THE CLATTER IN YOUR EYES

WHEN EVERYTHING TURNS OUT TO BE AGITATED
WHEN THE MIND GAMES OVERRULE THE HEART
WE SLOWLY TURN TO GREY AND FADE AWAY
THERE’S NO REASON TO STAY…