In your room, where time stands still Or moves at your will Will let the morning come soon Or will leave me lying here In your favorite darkness Your favorite half light Your favorite consciousness Your favorite slave I'm hanging on your words Living on your breath Feeling with your skin Will I always be here In your room, your burning eyes 'Cause flames to arise Will you let the fire die down soon Or will I always be here Your favorite passion Your favorite game Your favorite mirror Your favorite slave I'm hanging on your words Living on your breath Feeling with your skin Will I always be here