We go our separate ways through the portals of love
truth was in creating, not the aftermath
cant say i was nothing before you came into my life
but i will keep the memories for when my soul gets weary
bittersweet stores, they alway have no end
in the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunligh bend
cant say i was nothing before you came into my life
now im late for the urban train to get back on the road again
running thristy in the rain
im breaking through those clouds agaïn
