Why do the words of silence always end up in a cold and unclean bed?
These pointless conversations and the same thoughts in my head
Repeat, repeat the process and the pattern plays again
Regrets they seem to merge with fears in dreams of lust in vain

Nothing is faithful

Moments of construction hurting, heading me to loss
and in my deepest aching picture no more I see us
Sorrow acts my doubtful servant, I border lines so thin
Unbounded are my sacred areas, sentenced to die within

Nothing is faithful

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Writer(s): Anders Nilsson, Claes Boklund, David Lindh, Henric De La Cour, Rikard Lindh, Tobias Holmberg