This is the end of your trust My favourite dreams have turned into dust Nobody can stop us Well, this is the end of my proud We need no attention We just need more time To answer this question We just need more time To use our discretion Stay! Feel the pain! It's cold so cold! And we play someone's game Called love, love! This is the end of your touch We're standing accused, need each other so much We're standing confused now Well, this is the end of the kiss There's no reason to doubt, no reason for fear No reason for promise That no one could keep No reason to promise We must Stay! Feel the pain! It's cold, so cold! And we play someone's game Called love, love!