You'd like to leave again but he doesn't know You'd like to change the time you've become too close You keep the memories I burn them down And lovers are still the same Lovers are still the same Lovers are still the same Lovers are still the same I've lived in some places and in the end I am just a fool I am just a fool You keep the memories I burn them down Over and over again You ask what's right If lovers are still the same If lovers are still the same If lovers are still the same If lovers are still the same If some of them are made of stones If some of them are made of stones If some of them are made of stones If some of them are made of stones