Interpret:

Sonata Arctica

Album:

Stones Grow Her Name

Sometimes we find things we're not looking for
and we lose the sense of reason


Sometimes we lose what we are caring for
and then face the day without them


My life, my home, my you


Sometimes we fail to say how hurt we are 
When the word we fear speaks treason


Don´t wanna be there when my Cupid dies 
from a wound by his own arrow


Here's to life, my home, my you


    I raise a glass 'n drown my sorrow
    when I´m on my own
    I dry my eyes on a shoulder 
    but it´s not my own    
    I cannot hold you, my tears are made of stone
    I feel a tap on my shoulder, but... tonight I dance alone