To know love is to ache, 
hurt yourself and repent 
For in the end all is gone, 
lights go out, your time is spent 
 
If I were you I would retract and lock my heart 
Concede defeat and admit I was off the mark 
If I were you I would turn away and hide my face 
Swallow my pride and then finish ere it’s all disgrace 
 
All of our dreams now laid on the sand 
To wait by the perilous tides 
To be washed away into the depths 
And sink without a trace 
Just a fool’s hope remains 
 
To rejoice is to lapse, 
fool yourself and repent 
Mirth will soon turn into woe, 
reveries to contempt 
 
If I were you I would now bring the curtain down 
Accept my lot and thus fathom out my own bounds 
If I were you I [bad word] the day when I was born 
Cleanse all in life and redeem myself from scorn 
 
Remember these words when tide is turning 
The less you hope for, the less you suffer 
If you dare to [bad word]  then you shall shatter 
Lunge from the heights and fall to smithereens 
 
And when [bad word] here with charred wings and a defiled heart 
Wait not [bad word] or words of consolation 
For only a gleeful smile is greeting you