You will find me in the lake, with the death I tried to fake. And my hands already blue holding photographs of you. And you'll ask me what it is, why I want to feel like this. And I'll turn towards the sky and I'll sink before your eyes But if I was to ask, my little love, my little one. Could you break my heart? Could you have tried? (what) Could you've done? To make me pay. Make me pay Make me pay... Make me pay for what I've done you Make me pay for how I loved you Make me pay Well you'll find me in the woods where the dead do what they should And my arms already old and my eyes forever cold And they'll say I never left, that I called them as they slept. That I haunted every tree till the Forest sang with me But if it all was true, that I went mad because of you... Then finally you'd know and you could come and take me home And take me home. And take me home. Take me home... Take me home . and help me love you Take me home to when I loved you Take me home