• Brown eyes, brown hair
    Black clothes, black heart
    I hear those cries
    It's so hard to be apart

    You have this sadness
    You cry those tears
    I have this madness
    I hide my fears

    Your love, your hope
    My hate, my concern
    All I do is mope
    And all you want is to return

    We meet, we hug
    Now were together
    It's the perfect drug
    And I feel so much pleasure.