The House of Love - No Fire

No Sky
No night
No ghost
No light
No face
No hands
Just black
Just black
No love
No hate
No fire
Inside
We worked our fingers to the bone, and more
We pressed our fist into the face of reason
To fight a war in silence, dragged across too many years
I just hope you still recall
My feet
Are cold
My words
Are wet
I try
I lose
Just black
Just black
No love

No hate
No fire
Inside
The chains of love is much too strong, and more
That word you gave me like a diamond out of dust
In that solitude some people call the gift of freedom
I just hope you still recall
No face
No hands
Just black
Just black
No love
No hate
No fire
Inside
No fire
Inside
No fire
No fire
No fire
Inside
Inside
Inside
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