A jug of wine to numb my mind
But what good does it do
The jug runs dry and still I cry
I can't escape from you.
These wasted tears are souvenirs
Of a love I thought was true
Your memory is chained to me
I can't escape from you.
There is no end, I can't pretend
That dreams will soon come true
A slave too long to a heart of stone
I can't escape from you.