You're a song, written by the hand of God
Don't get me wrong, if this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own a place, where all my thoughts go hiding
Up there in that room - is where i find them

Because of you i forget the smart ways to lie
Because of you i'm running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone, when the party's over
We will still belong to each other

Up there in this place
there's a secret shelter
there's a real face
of the great pretender
need to fake or lie
there is forgotten
you are the one to fill emptyness with love..