Sitting at the fireplace Sparks are flying by The darkness is coming over me On wings black as the night I have my head up in the sky The air is filled with smoke Therefore I'm breathing heavily And hope is a sweet lie The burning heat Of glow and flames The passion in your eyes You seem to live So happily Please tell me Why can't I? And in a row of late-night talks The ashes became cold The glow is gone The fire's out The smoke is blown away And even though the world is dead Our memories are alive We'll be forever sitting here Singing songs from long forgotten times * * * When all the thoughts are taking over us Let's meet here Cause when we are sitting at the fireplace We can pretend that everything is fine