To replace you.

A cigarrete that lasts two songs,

the twilight is never wrong,

be there for me, I say,

be my only, be my place.

The sweet agony that comes every night,

and you can't stay and hold me tight

and hold me close, and be my guide

and heal the scar, and I'm alive.

I don't know where is the treasure,

but I'm addicted to pleasure,

there is no drug that can measure,

the lack of beating in my heart.