We go our separate ways through the portals of love [bad word] was in creating, not the aftermath
can't say i was nothing before you came into my life
but i will keep the memories for when my soul gets weary

bittersweet stores, they alway have no end
in the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunligh bend
can't say i was nothing before you came into my life
now i'm late for the urban train to get back on the road again [bad word] thristy in the rain
i'm breaking through those clouds again