Saw the way your hands recklessly put it down
Saw the inexistent look set in you eyes
As you just drop it… with no care
Wishing it would just be elsewhere

Can’t you see, the silver shine? Don´t you feel I could be thine?
Don´t take this for our last night. My hands can still take the fight
Take the time…to make it right

Took from it, never knowing
It took the sorrow of going
Round and around, serving you freely
Wishing not to be thrown, just as me
Thought it to be clearer
Never thought we´d tangle this one up
Dreamt one day of feeling bounds
Never thought “apart” was a real word

Can’t you see, the silver shine? Don´t you feel I could be thine?
Don´t take this for our last night. My hands can still take the fight
Take the time…to make it right… I can make it fine

Felt sick in the game we played… wondered the words you wouldn´t say
Heard the quote: “everything must go”… saw you drop what you got from your soul…