Lyrics: Kamchatka. Volume III. Confessions.

Sleepless.
Weary again.
Questions
fill my head.
What could it be
that you need?
Is it me,
or is it my child?

Confessions.
Well, what can I say?
When passion
is fading away.
Satisfaction,
is it not for me?
All your actions

Confessions.
What can I say?
When passion
is fading away


(Thanks to Hangman's Guild for these lyrics)