I see the finish before me; I feel the hurt of the

lonely; If you believe in me, know that your will is

keeping me strong, though as my heart is beating

faster the pain won't ever last and I'll feel myself

reaching the end when I hold you again; carry me.

In the long run, fate will turn the key to tomorrow.

Oh, the memory holds me, of the love that you sold

me. Sold for a heart that is battered; but true! I gave

it to you; and our lips were so close but they never

quite touched as you listening to me tell you "I will

return in the long run - fate turns the key to tomorrow".

(We took that moment alone on the harbour, I held

your hand. We explained to each other the ways of

never missing each other and keeping it strong in

the long run) fate turns the key to tomorrow