if we take away our temper 
would it have made things better 
if we take away our feelings 
would it have help us in sleeping 

you, who made hatred a thing so passe 
the thank yous stream down from the edge of the eyes 
and there is no cure for this loneliness 
how strong can i really be as i crumble right in front of you 

and the scent around, smells of tears boiling
the feelings of the past lingers still 
the night is long, so dream on and on 
i'll be here with the night