I fall in this lost war
With my soul badly wounded
Seems like a dead-end street
I was left with so many scars
Broken without you, without wings, or roots
I'm dying of love, what a cliché
Our sun left through some skylight
I cross an empty universe
Without your arms that were mine
You only left me silences
My impossible dreams are left over now
They will only be invisible stories
I'm dying of love, what a cliché
Our sun left through some skylight
Another star that goes out
Another step of loneliness
I'm dying of love, what a cliché
Our sun left through some skylight