So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone,
I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago ...
my memory stretches and I am dazed: you know I know
how good the time was and how I laughed ..

Times have changed, now you're far away, I [bad word] 
I had all my chances but they slipped right through my hands-
like so much sand;
I know I'll never dance like I used to

I'll just wait till day breaks upon the land and the sea.
Hoping that I can catch all of the memories,
Then I must crawl off upon my way, all of me
listening hard for the final words.

But there are none; the sunrise calls, I've lingered on
Too close [bad word] and I don't know quite why
I feel like crying-
I know we'll never dance like we used to.

I look up, I'm almost blinded
By the warmth of what's inside me
And the taste that's in my soul,
But I'm dead inside as I stand alone....