There's only one thing left to donand that's to climb those stairs to the top floornSee you with anothernGo to the room and look up nAt the late afternoon, it sets like a knifenIn the darkness till it hits the groundnTill it hits the groundnnCause I don't wanna love younI don't want love you or anyonenI don't want to lovenI don't want to lovennLet everything come to younIts all a matter of younand no matter what you donI'll be there to appreciatenand as the sky falls downnI'll be over younIt's not a matter of timing girlnIt's the gift to make things newnWhat a beautiful lie