With your tear-stained eyes
You see clearly things that were so nice
Here is truth, here is lie
And after all you simply want to cry
Sometimes I want to count your tears
So we met on the stairs
Such a bad sign, but now who cares
And only lantern light
And the smell of lilies in the darkest night
Sometimes I want to count your tears
You are on fire
When I'm shrouded in snow
