I believe in the world right in front of me,
but now, along these empty streets
where this curse holds these memories of a man,
you know he's lost.
No time to think about it. No room to breathe.
If I had a way back, I'd ride through the dark and the door
(but please don't wait for me)
because the man you love don't live anymore.
I can't go home again.
Tonight you'll sleep.
You'll feel what might become of me, my dear.
Within these end old days where this longing turns
this man to pray and a love begins to die.
No time to live in the deep, girl,
I'm worth the second chance. (What have I done?!)
No time to think about it, no room to breathe!
If I had a way back, I'd ride through the dark and the door
(but please don't wait)
because the man you love don't live anymore.
I can't go home again.
I believed in the world, once in front of me, well, now that's gone.
If I had the way back, I'd ride through the dark and the door
(but please don't wait for me)
because the man you love don't live anymore.
I can't go home again.
Bye, goodbye. Bye, my dear.
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