Tekstovi: Morgan. Da A ad A. Liebestod.

Doors used to be open
but now they've been nailed shut

lights are on
but no one is at home

what has been, what never will
mirages of future springs
always returning maybe

a sword of Damocles
is hanging above your head
will i turn out to be some kind of stranger
ti you again

and after this no other love shall exist
after this no other love will, will, will

i'm out, there, somewhere
a ship with its sails, the cold black sea,
unreachable, unavailable
the incarnation of your damnation
a curse you put upon yourself
for the one you'll never have

you will never find another
there will be no more, and no other lover
for you and i forever, and ever

after this no other love shall exist
after this no other lips will ever be kissed
after this no other kiss shall be missed
after this no other love

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