Irony
How ironic on life's part that love hurts night and day
that it makes you happy in excess or breaks you down in pain
Now that you're not going to be with me
now that I'm just going to be your friend
cast the light on the distance, cast the light on the pain
How to forget, how to go back
How ironic the love is
How ironic, if it's life flooded by pain
Love glorified, love tore away from us
So many laughs, so many tears
Why would I cry? Why would I sing? It's going to kill us
How ironic, what a way to cry, for a love
and in my sad hands, I keep the emptiness of your scent
and I only wait now, my love, for the breaking dawn
Like heaven and hell
your love hurts and it's so tender
I'm so full of your life and empty of your love
and it's so absurd that being in love
how sad, my love, is to be separated like this
and forgive my insistence but I'm dying of pain
How to forget, how to go back
How ironic, the love is
How ironic, if its life flooded by love
Love glorified, love condemned us
One loves to be alive and one dies in the void
In love's wars
How ironic, what a way to break down, my love
and in my sad hands, I keep the emptiness of your scent
And I'm only waiting now, my love...
Breaking dawn, you keep love's secret
I'm still embracing hope,
embracing madness, how ironic on life's part,
breaking dawn, what is love's secret?
I'm still hoping, or perhaps it's just madness,
What can I do, what is love's secret?
