The roses are black; my lips are blue.
I'm happy it's so easy for you.
From life, to the grave, and whatever's beyond...
To all the places where I didn't belong...

To you with your face in the candlelight,
Dear you, I can not sleep at night.
That big hole right in my head...
I'm a big black hole, lying in bed!
Dear you, that's not with me anymore,
I hope you're loving your new damn whore.

The night, stop speaking; don't look ahead.
Don't look back. Stare blankly instead.
From light to dark, roof to gutter...
To wishing there was something left of eachother...

To you with the eyes that don't say a thing.
Dear you, Apathetic, I'm not the same.

To you with your face in the candlelight,
Dear you, I can not sleep at night.
That big hole right in my head...
I'm a big black hole, lying in bed!
Dear you, that's not with me anymore,
I hope you're loving your new damn whore.