When you're no longer treated so godly As the heat is leaving your body Oh, so cold Like the glow of lunar eclipses Goes the love in your hugs and your kisses A drought, I could do without The flame is burning out As the trees are losing their leaves A religion that no one believes A bleak antique All the tales that no remembers And a year without a December Delete, incomplete The flame is burning As the rain (It comes, it goes, and all that we know) is pouring down But there always is a spark Even in the blackest dark The flame is burning As the rain (It comes, it goes, and all that we know) is pouring down Like a story with no happy ending Or a play where no one's pretending The transgressions that no one's forgiving And a life that no one is living (But there alway is a spark) (Even in the blackest, blackest dark)