It's dark outside, and I forgot how to turn on the light.
A thing I was so sure about is now a desperate aim.
When I can't trust my eyes anymore I must instead feel.
But how can I make a difference the real from the fake?
There are few real things in this world.
One is the feeling of my hand slowly moving towards your skin.
Made me believe it was poison in your blood, because I felt so weak.
We are close my star, but I getting far. Sometimes I wonder where you lead me.
Because our lips meet and I got blind. In need of a map to find myself again.
Give me a light darling because I'm walking in darkness.
And I give you a map to find me when I’m gone.