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