Do I reveal a slight romantic charm in you...?
Even somehow foolish
To deprive myself from what we use to know.
In my covered world, I seek to write about
What is more or less
From my covered world, I seek you out...
The rain comes down in waves
Like pure regret to the eyes
I did not wish to sever my ties then
But as the years had passed
I couldn't think of anything more to say
So in the morning's before the sun crept up
I tried to kiss you one last time...
But I could never leave.