I have grown prematurely old in your love
I have lived too many lives in your longing
You have aided Far too long The hand of fate Against me
Today I’m here to claim What truly belongs to me
The cold abandoned space in your heart Is better Much better Than this jubilant world Drunk on its fatal ignorance Arrogant with its false pride
I claim the coldness of your heart
Return me my fair youth Once again Find me a new age to love you Find me a new century of longing