Sometimes - Motorama

With your tear-stained eyes

You see clearly things that were so nice

Here is truth, here is lie

And after all you simply want to cry

Sometimes I want to count your tears

So we met on the stairs

Such a bad sign, but now who cares

And only lantern light

And the smell of lilies in the darkest night

Sometimes I want to count your tears

You are on fire

When I’m shrouded in snow