Woorden: Imaad Wasif. Return to You.

Cold fire in the light of love
Desire
Nodesire to speak of
Her kind
Her kind is above
Careless love
Careless love

Be still my heart

She comes all dressed in neon
From the moon
Oh how I've pined
She makes to peel away her gloves
She's been touched by careless love

Be still my heart

You know that I love you
Eras be proof
You know when I leave
I will return to you

I wonder if she sings
This lonesome lullaby

In the thorned gardens
I crouch beneath eaves
Where phantom preen
Birds of Satan's majesty are bidding

I've seen what careless love will do
These last kind words I'll ask of you
Don't betray a love that's true
In your mind
Oh in your mind