Conversations With Fire

I wish I could cut you off

I wish I could smother another flame

Another sweet memory dies

And this is the point where you say

We're better off nothing

I know I'll never find you, it's my fault

I wanted more than you are willing to give

Take me, take me

This wouldn't turn out right

If you weren't here tonight

All desperate plans are dropped

And I'm left with an empty hand

Soon I'll breathe new air

But not without these lived lungs

Goodbye, things would rather end

Than go on, so go on

(The heart may be wounded

But the eyes approve you)