3 am I'm going home.
This wind's like a breath from hell.
Last few souls are still hanging on
like me looking for someone
to their saviour and
make it all worth a while
and make the pain go away.

Everybody's searching for something
to fill up their empty lives.
I hope they'll find their salvation
before their hearts turn to stone.
For a thousand lies
and after 100 lonely nights
someone will make the pain go away.

You're all so beutiful,
still you all go home alone like me
wondering will this pain ever go away.
Make it go away.