I hear the hail rain beating your window and roof Seems that in your little wooden house nothing can scares you You're so cold and then I keep an eye on your face Can't say if you're waiting for a kiss or wishing me away The welcome carpet on the room says "Sanctuary of luck and happiness" We weren't used to the good weather approaching It's fake any reaction of a emotion Your sickness is my weakness Your fearless way to go to bed to sleep What happened to you or maybe happened to me? And I imagine us together rebuilding this house Cleaning the floor and painting some walls Changing the dishes, buying new clothes Watching the movie you like most Hiding our body for the cold, cold Wind touching lovely each other skin But it's so hard to work hard on this plan We already thought about it I won't it say it again Your sadness is my sadness too This black and white landscape as it used to be As you, as me When you fight against yourself it's impossible to win I hate the smell of this cowardice Wake up, wake up! Sometime I'd just like to act with this impulse Of violence that lives in my heart and mind I think that it could help us somehow But