I let the devil snatch just another little piece
of my soul as I spend my days in your arms.
I know who you are and I know every dark
corner of your mind, yet it doesn’t make me
run as fast as I can away from us.
Maybe when my soul will be reduced to
a fading candlelight flame I will decide to
save myself, seek for something more.
I just hope I do it in time before the flame
runs out and my chest collapse.