You were the darkest piece of land
You are the lonely holding hands
You are the painful memory
You needed light
You needed me
You were the gentle with the blade
I did love standing in your shade
You loved being someone else
You loved lying to my face
Day number 1, we create love
Day number 2, we think it's done
Day number 3, I count on you
Day number 4, that's what you do
Day number 5, you create lies
Day number 6, we start to cry
Number 7, you disappear
For number 8 to become clear