I see the morning, it rises above The place that I live and the place that I love I used to see you here, but not anymore I've seen the pictures, I've smelled your old clothes Wishing the stories were all untold Now it's a draft everytime I come home Not from the wind and not from the cold I will never forget The summers in France So it came to an end This crazy romance. Your house is built of pieces of papers And bricks and I feel The storm as I knock on the doors You closed I feel so alone in this empty place Your heart is made of stone The time was a healer, the time kept me strong My mind was a puzzle with pieces long gone I dance when it's night and I sleep when it's day I find myself living a life on the way I keep thinking of you here by my side Now I run by myself, with nowhere to hide Your house is built of pieces of papers And bricks and I feel The storm as I knock on the doors You closed I feel so alone in this empty place Your heart is made of stone I am screaming for the love I lost Screaming 'cause I dont know where to go You have been here even when your gone Tell me why I should Be here when I could Take the train of stone to come to you