I saw you walking round the house tonight Trying to catch a glimpse of what's inside Driven by some mix of curiosity And a bit of nostalgia This advice you should take seriously What you seek is not in here So don't come knocking at my door For you should know that no one lives here No more... A gla** of wine stands on the table still And flowers grace the window sill You see a dim light shining from the fireplace I notice you stare freezing cold This advice you should... In this house No one lives here No more... A love unbreakable until it broke A dream so real until I awoke So what you see inside this house tonight Is the mess you left behind
This advice you should... In this house No one lives here No more... Don't come here, don't cross my way Stay out of sight, I don't want to see your face Don't come here, don't you hear what I say Leave me alone, I don't want your cold embrace What you've done to me in the name of love Wasn't quite what I had been thinking of My wounded flesh lies open to your scorn Each and every time we meet And still it bleeds... Some experiences in life leave us with wounds, that keep bleeding even many years after the injury. They say that time heals all the wounds, but noone knows how much time will be necessary.