Better parted 
I see people crying  [bad word] gets harder 
There's no sense in lying 

Help me, find a way from this maze 
Help me, I can't help myself 

When I see tenderness before you left 
That even breaking up was never meant 
But only angels look before they tread 
I'm living in another world to you 

Better parted 
I see people hiding 
Speech gets harder 
There's no sense in writing 

Help me, find a way from this maze 
Help me, I can't help myself 

When I see tenderness before you left 
That even breaking up was never meant 
But only angels look before they tread 
I'm living in another world to you 

When I see tenderness before you left 
Help me, find a way from this maze 
That even breaking up was never meant 
Help me, I can't help myself 
Did I see tenderness where you saw [bad word] 
Did I see angels in the hand I held 
God only knows what kind of tale you'd tell 
I'm dying in another world with you