It's the middle of the night and I'm not sleeping
Because I'm sending you a thousand thoughts
and I miss you even more than ever
You're lying beside me but I can't feel you
and I cannot ignore the fear of losing you
To believe that everything's going well for you
And that you don't think of me really hurts
It's a lousy feeeling, one that torments me
You never think of when we began
Where it was good only to be in love
and to hope that one is enough to the other one
And when this day came, when there were the first doubts
If the way we're going is really endless?
What can one do, when the heart burns?
When the flame eats ever deeper into the soul
What can one do, when the heart burns?
When there's nothing remaining except for the ashes from love
What can one do?
Where does the hate come from, that hinders us?
Again and again tempted
about each little anything to argue?
With razor-sharp words we sting each other
It cuts our love; we are thereby helpless.
What can one do, if the heart burns?
When the flame eats ever deeper into the soul
What can one do, if the heart burns?
When there's nothing remaining except for the ashes from love
What can one do?
One can do nothing
One can do nothing
One can do nothing
One can do nothing