Look, it's getting colder Let's go inside Speak the words we usually hide. If you come over I'll let you learn All the contours of my mind. And if you want I'll meet you there With a bucketful of rain. I'll be waiting for you. Superstitions And i believed That you were the one for me. A thousand stories The more i read You are not as i had dreamed. I'm learning now And you're not to blame For my bucket full of pain. You were leaving anyway. We fade into the candlelights The cameraman frames the pretty sight Your cigarette between our silhouettes Then the scene is cut - there the story ends. Now everything is broken And all you've been - Just a projection on the screen. You can even hold her While i sew The torn-up parts of desire. And if you have the time to spare We can swing around the april air. It was never fair to begin with. We fade into the candlelights The cameraman frames the pretty sight Your cigarette between our silhouettes Then the scene is cut - there the story ends.