Try to see through false-coloured eyes
Promise to act like grown-ups do
Is it in my genes or jeans I do not know
Stuck in a never-ending daydream
A well-hidden secret all those years
Its understood I send my regards to you
Tears of joy to tears of despair
Scratches my back with razor-sharp nails
The queen is gone and theres no time to speak
Still in an ever-lasting nightmare
The song of a ghost is following me
A salted truth out of false belief
Its over, its over, I will always remember you name
Its over, its over, and without you it wont be the same
This sudden death is coming