delerium - Poem - Innocente

It´s the rain that I hear coming

Not a stranger or a ghost

But the quiet of the storm approaching

That I fear the most

It´s the pain that I hear coming

The slightest crystal tear

Drops to the ground in silence

When my love is near

It's marching through my door now

The stoney cold of lonesome

A bell tolls for my heart

And now my lonesome song will end

Darling, when did we fall?

When was it over?

Darling, when

When did we fall?

When was it over?

I suppose it is the price of falling in love

I fear it is the price of falling in love