Violins can be beautiful
When looking at your face
So cold and still and so white
I could even shed a tear
And feel complete joy
It's like roses in a vine

Sublime and sad
I miss your essence in my life
Why can't I hold you everyday in my arms

Even a church can be real
When smelling your body
So chemical and so bitter
I could even laugh so hard
And feel complete bliss
It's like roses in a vine

Sublime and sad
I miss your essence in my life
Why can't I hold you every day in my arms

I don't think, I am sick
I´m just looking in my dreams
And I´m just feeling you
Beyond truth and fantasy

I don't think, I'm sick
I´m just playing with my sins
It is such a simple game
Beyond truth and fantasy