1998   Lyrics: David Rebel   Musik: David Rebel -[ PLAY ]- [ other lyrics] it still hurts When the pain I ain't suicidal For the money Shouldn't have Farewell Play with fire Strange job

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So this was it - it's funny how fast things change Your perfume's still in my clothes, and it doesn't yet feel strange and the things we had together - everything that we cared for now turns into painful memories, not important anymore and so I stare at the broken pieces, there's only one thing left to know what will there be left when the pain goes So this was it - it went so fast it was hard to see this wine that was ment for us is now a painkiller just for me and this place is now so silent like it's never been before and yet everything is screaming you don't love me anymore so I stare at the broken pieces, there's only one thing left to know what will there be left when the pain goes what's left when the pain goes? So this was it - nothing much more to say what felt so good not a week ago is tearing me up today and I light another cigarette though I'd never liked to smoke and I try to understand it but somehow I just can't cope so I stare at the broken pieces, there's only one thing left to know what will there be left when the pain goes what's left when the pain goes?

So this was it - it's funny how fast things change
Your perfume's still in my clothes, and it doesn't yet feel strange
and the things we had together - everything that we cared for
now turns into painful memories, not important anymore

and so I stare at the broken pieces,
there's only one thing left to know
what will there be left when the pain goes

So this was it - it went so fast it was hard to see
this wine that was ment for us is now a painkiller just for me
and this place is now so silent like it's never been before
and yet everything is screaming you don't love me anymore

so I stare at the broken pieces,
there's only one thing left to know
what will there be left when the pain goes

what's left when the pain goes?

So this was it - nothing much more to say
what felt so good not a week ago is tearing me up today
and I light another cigarette though I'd never liked to smoke
and I try to understand it but somehow I just can't cope

so I stare at the broken pieces,
there's only one thing left to know
what will there be left when the pain goes

what's left when the pain goes?