[Interlude: Rossy de Palma]
Well, I— for love, ugh, well, I even went down to hell
Although, since I went up with two angels
(it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts)
Then, I don’t regret having gone down
But going down? I did
Going down? I did
(it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts)

It catches you without you realising
You realise when you go out
And you think: "how did I end up here?"