No more time, spared for waiting, no thoughtfulness to blame it on Iīm giving up on you, youīre giving up on me thatīs why our meeting doesnīt come I donīt recognize my skin when itīs callous This emptiness thatīs replaced my heart Donīt need you anymore, you donīt need me at all So what are we living for? What is left, what is left? What is left when love is gone? Do I have to start dream about a stranger? Iīm sure heīs not anywhere It is not like me, to lose without to bleed No I donīt enjoy to feel free This curtain fall is the last one you will see Suddenly itīs so quiet, no voices I hear that bewail There is nothing more, to see or hope for It is time for the final curtain fall This curtain fall is the last one after all