作词 : Johanna Charlotte Wessels
 作曲 : David Martien Westerholt/Johanna Charlotte Wessels/Guus Eikens
White lies, black dress
Brightest of darkness
You close your tearstained eyes
To your silver lined madness
After twenty-nine years
You might want to confess
That we have made
A ******-up place
That I can not erase
Sing to me
White lies, black heart
Tearing us apart
You breathe the frost-filled air
From my lungs to your lungs
After twenty-nine years
How much more to come?
Now, we have made
A ******-up place
That I can not erase
Sing to me
Happy tears fade fast
Sad tears tend to last
You’ve got a sad, sad song
And it’s stuck in your aching head
And your twenty-nine years
Did not teach you that
Changing melodies
Will change your destiny at last
Now, we have made
A ******-up place
That I can not erase
Erase
Sing to me