The night is young
A silent sanctuary
Behind the curtain
She's got you on a string
You know it's all pretend
But find it entertaining
It always comes around
Phenomena Melancolia
It's falling back to place
This wicked game
Your memory is fading out
It's falling back to place
This wicked game
Can you see it?
You waste no time
The daylight's fading slowly
And your heart is racing
Just holding on this dream
You try to comprehend
That life is ordinary
The world is crashing down
Phenomena Melancolia
It falls back into place
This wicked game
Your memory is fading out
It's falling back to place
This wicked game
Can you see it?
