I saw you walking round the house tonight
  Trying to catch a glimpse of what's inside
  Driven by some mix of curiosity
  And a bit of nostalgia
  
  This advice you should take seriously
  What you seek is not in here
  So don't come knocking at my door
  For you should know that no one lives here
  No more...
  
  A glass of wine stands on the table still
  And flowers grace the window sill
  You see a dim light shining from the fireplace
  I notice you stare freezing cold
  
  This advice you should...
  
  In this house
  No one lives here
  No more...
  
  A love unbreakable until it broke
  A dream so real until I awoke
  So what you see inside this house tonight
  Is the mess you left behind
  
  This advice you should...
  
  In this house
  No one lives here
  No more...
  
  Don't come here, don't cross my way
  Stay out of sight, I don't want to see your face
  
  Don't come here, don't you hear what I say
  Leave me alone, I don't want your cold embrace
  
  What you've done to me in the name of love
  Wasn't quite what I had been thinking of
  My wounded flesh lies open to your scorn
  Each and every time we meet
  
  And still it bleeds...
  
  Some experiences in life leave us with wounds,
  that keep bleeding even many years after the injury.
  They say that time heals all the wounds,
  but noone knows how much time will be necessary.