I sense the deepest transgression of feelings I thought I felt,
And it does me harm.
The inferno in my soul is doused by the dampness of my heart.
Again can we live as one, but still speaking two tongues?
Happiness it is not,
Try if as I might,
It won't come out any other way.
I'm sorry, loyal one.
I have shed those tears,
And all the tomorrows that a wait,
Maybe the fire will over rule rain.