You were the darkest piece of land You were the lonely holding hands You were the painful memory You needed light, you needed me You were the gentle with a blade I did love standing in your shade You loved being someone else You loved lying to my face Day number one, we create love Day number two, we think it's done Day number three, I count on you Day number four, that's what you do Day number five, you create lies Day number six, we start to cry Day number sever, you disappear For number eight to become clear