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