I am sorry I lost the night of pleasure A line and a line were Pulled out from skein I lost the night of treasure On the light not turned off Musing their agonies Your words stir up every little thing Your world shakes every moment And I become so tired I am sorry I lost the night of fascination There were only you and I Falling down to the abyss Your words stir up every little thing Your world shakes every moment And I become so tired It's too late It's too late It's too late I have to go to sleep sleep sleep Your words stir up every little thing Your world shakes every moment And I become so tired I am sorry