… And the night so terribly dark
and the day the light’s a spark
and the morning with the sun on my face
and the afternoon with its warm embrace
and the evening cries the tear of my heart
and this love tears me apart.

And the music plays with your hips
as no sound’s coming out of my lips
I’m no lover to commit suicide
can’t you see that you got me petrified
as inside I’m crying out your name
another day, another night’s all the same.

How can this be… how can this be real?