Every time that you please me, you call three o'clock in the morning, to cry for your soul
You know that my pleasure of living, giving more than receiving,
I'm now feeling so... abused
Thank you a lot, that you brought me hope
You've become fog, in memory's flow

Keep on searching the light
with this storming pride
Nothing compares to my defeated life (my castles of sand)
Your selfish living pushed to the limits of fate (you'll become mine)

Every time that you please me, you call three o'clock in the morning, to cry for your soul
You know that my pleasure of living, giving more than receiving, and I'm feeling so... abused
Thank you a lot, that you brought me hope
You've become fog, in memory's flow

Keep on searching the light
with this storming pride
Nothing compares to my defeated life (my castles of sand)
Your selfish living pushed to the limits of fate (you'll become mine)

Keep on searching the light,
with this storming pride.