Flaming Torch

Now I know what you want
But I dont know how to give it
I think our life together has been cursed
I dont know which one of us is worse
Is it the one who lies or the one who hurts?
Its a crime, its a crime
Im always in the wrong place in the wrong time
You say I should be there
You dont tell me where youre living
It serves as ammunition for my verse
I practice spiritual research
Among the ancient ruins covered in dirt
Its my work, its my work
Im always in the wrong place in the wrong term
True love is your guiding light
Its like a flaming torch
You can see magic in the night
As the flames start to distort
I can hear bells again
I hope they never stop em ringing
They remind me of the distant past
Looking through a windows stained-glass
When the pledge was made
And the spell was cast
Its a crime, its a crime
Im always in the wrong place at the wrong time
Im always in the wrong place at the wrong time
Im always in the wrong place at the wrong time