We go our separate ways through the portals of love


truth was in creating, not the aftermath


can·t 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 always have no end


in the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunlight bend


can·t say I was nothing before you came into my life


now I·m late for the urban train to get back on the road again




running thristy in the rain


I·m breaking through those clouds agaïn