It's half past six on a thursday evening
You torture your lungs you torture your liver
Your heart is beating but you're not living
Once sweetest feelings are now somehow bitter
It's half past six, late afternoon on friday
Conversations become so shallow
I can't get past the small talks, no reason to stay
Just your brain full of words that you have swallowed
Temptation of sweet sorrow
Ah
Offers you a great comfort
Here comes the flaming arrow
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
It's half past six on a thursday evening
And the cycle repeats itself once again
Is it your facile mind or unconscious thinkin'
Or your totally screwed up and unusable brain
Which only works under the influence
Only then it makes yourself feel alive
Without catharsis it cannot sense
The emotion it transfers to your mind
Temptation of sweet sorrow
Ah
Offers you a great comfort
Here comes the flaming arrow
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
Your heart can't get out unburned
Unburned
I can see me looking through your eyes
Are these words about you or me in disguise
Arrow that in your heart ignites the flame
For one it's love, for another it's pain
Temptation
Temptation