Oh, I must have left the door open.
Actually I am quite sure I closed it.
I probably had a drink too much, or a couple.
What’s that smell? Quite exotic.
I’ve met someone before with that perfume.
wait, what’s that scarf there in the corner?
That ain't mine. I don't own anything like that.
I wasn't alone when I came here, was I?
All that’s left is the tip of your cigarette,
your smell in my sheets since you fell on my bed,
an empty bottle of wine
and lipstick on a glass that is mine.
Hey, how are you doing?
I’ve been to this one night club,
it was terrible, awful people.
It was nothing but a fashion show.
You know I hate these fancy MTV people.
Oh, I gotta run, to catch my bus.
Let me call you tomorrow, bye!
Nothing is left but a shadow,
chaos in my bed,
nothing but an illusion,
chaos in my head!
Chorus:
All that’s left is the tip of your cigarette,
your smell in my sheets, since you fell on my bed,
an empty bottle of wine
and lipstick on a glass that is mine.
Nothing is left but a shadow,
chaos in my bed,
nothing but an illusion,
chaos in my head!
All that’s left is a room that smells after you,
your perfume, your body, your hair.
All the proof is there, you were here, you left your flair,
I hope I find your heart somewhere.
I mean somewhere near, somewhere here, somewhere around,
somewhere the real me can be found,
here in this house where emotions sing loud,
in harmony with fears, with tears and my doubts.
Chorus:
All that’s left is the tip of your cigarette,
your smell in my sheets, since you fell on my bed,
an empty bottle of wine
and lipstick on a glass that is mine.
Nothing is left but a shadow,
chaos in my bed,
nothing but an illusion,
chaos in my head!
I was supposed to stay home tonight,
I promised rest to my body.
Then in the end I still fell for his smile,
I let him play, let him study.
Now, I’m in battle - in war with myself,
my conscious verses the rebel.
I regret but enjoyed,
disproved Sigmund Freud;
sex for me is no medal.
Chorus:
All that’s left is the tip of your cigarette,
your smell in my sheets, since you fell on my bed,
an empty bottle of wine
and lipstick on a glass that is mine.
Nothing is left but a shadow,
chaos in my bed,
nothing but an illusion,
chaos in my head!
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