My love is paper thin, and

Flammable as a velvet

Sky surprise, it hurts to know

One's self, I cut myself on

Everyone else I know, it's

Everyone else I know

The conditions are perfect, so

I set ablaze the love

Letters that I wrote to you

It's all, it's all because

I'm burning up, I'm becoming a

Victim of my self-immolation

My ashes fall at your feet slowly in this autumn breeze

Hope you felt every ember on your skin underneath leaves

In this dying light of dusk, you know I'm dying and I trust

My ash will fall at your feet, my ashes fall at your feet