Standing on the crossroads,
Again we stray,
The ground beneath our feet,
Slowly decays

But you are the one that can change all this

There's nothing for me here;
The ashes in your hair remind me,
I am slowly losing grip;
Losing sight of you

Standing up to you,
I'll bring you back,
Falling far beneath,
Then into black

But there's nothing in you that can change all this

I'm losing this

Losing sight of you