I feel my life tipping
I see the crowd back away
When I walk down the street
I'm a man laid bare
That crashes through my veins
With no hand holding me back
Without any remorse
Till the end of my life
My sin, my obsession
Mad desire that torments me
That mocks me
That tears me apart and haunts me
Little peddler of illusion
I only live in waiting
And you dance and you sing
Till the end of my life
I who thought I was winter
I who thought I was iron
Against the fire of flesh
I ignite and burn up
For the eyes of a stranger
That hold far more mystery
Than the light of the moon
Till the end of my life