I called you after sunset but you were gone
I’m calling out your name again
I would never hesitate to come to you
I’d fly across the world, my friend
I can only hope that the bleeding’s over now
I can only hope that the pain subsides somehow
I can only hope
You called me after midnight but I was gone
I’m screaming out your name again
The sound of birds singing their song in early dawn
Will haunt me until the day I’m dead, I'm dead
I can only hope that the bleeding’s over now
I can only hope that the pain subsides somehow
I will never know that what we had’s not gone unless I pack my things and come
This rope we used to hold, no I won’t let it go
I can only hope that the bleeding’s over now
I can only hope that the pain subsides somehow
I will never know that what we had’s not gone unless I pack my things and come
This rope we used to hold, no I won’t let it go
This rope we used to hold, no I won't let it go
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