Dying Flame

Lyrics by Ada Morghe

All day long she's waiting for him
Asking herself how life could have been
Like a fly she is buzzing around the light
Loosing her hopeless fight

Night by night
She turns from left to right
While the faucet leaks
Tears running down her cheeks
Like little sour sweets of pain
She is sick of playing the game

All night long she's thinking of him
Gathering words in a glass of gin
Silent darkness washes it all away
The masquerade of everyday

Night by night
She turns from left to right
While the faucet leaks
Tears running down her cheeks
Like little sour sweets of pain
She is sick of playing that game

All life long she's living for him
Seeing herself as she could have been
Every day is less than the one before
Tomorrow's locked behind the door

Night by night
She turns from left to right
While the faucet leaks
Tears running down her cheeks
Like little sour sweets of pain
She is sick of playing that game