I will burn you like a cigarette
Little by little, my dear.

Hold you like a leech, and
Drink you, my love.

Until all the stars fade,
Sun grows old and cold,
I will love you, my heart.

Was it her who started it out
To fall, deeper and deeper
Was it her who pushed it in
To cry, without any end
Was it her, who held tight
To say bye, putting off the light?