The window is closed,
The door is on fire.
How was I supposed
To know that you're a liar?

You claim you're the victim,
But the victim is love.
The lightning is blinking
In the sky, high above.

So here comes the thunder,
Here comes the night;
I'm losing you under
The rain. But I've tried

To hold your soft hands
In mine one last time;
But everything ends,
My tears sparkle bright.

Who made us believe,
That we were the same?
We're different, dear,
Like ice and wild flame.

Now I've closed the window,
Then I've locked the door,
Burned my tear-soaked pillow
And myself. That's all.