I had a strange premonition of a hard
cold past and sinful memories.
   I have been the devil and I have been
the saint, I have flown in the clouds and
I have walked over burning coals.

Leave a light on for me, because next time
I come back, I'll never leave.

Forget our past and the tears we have spent,
not even hell can overpower whatever strength
we have left.

   My light is combined with darkness and
shade, It's my own little escape.
   For every good deed in my life I have
another sin, for every time I've flown in
the sky I have crashed on the ground.

   And burnt my feet.

Leave whatever you know of me for when
I come back I'll never leave.

Forget our past and stop planning the future,
whatever time we have is much better spent
in our own personal seclusion.