Nothing Remains

You called me a dancer
You called me a fool
You called me a liar
A problem for you

In moments like that
Honesty grows
It was my intension
A present for you

And if I paid for the sadness I would become so poor
If nothing stopped my wrong doing it would become harder
To dance forever

But if you called me your lover I would wake up here
I would remember every moment in silence
Where nothing remains
Nothing remains