i think too much..well..it is all your fault. 
 and your tiny hands draw the space in this empty house i lived.. 
 it was your dream i've built.and you have nothing to say now. 
 you fell on my shoulders,i tried to dry all your tears, 
 but i sunk in one moment(like ships do), i was so lost that day.. 
 when you cried you said that there is no way to go and oh..you just can't stay.. 

 i remember your fingers playing on this old tattoo i have; 
 wanting more, hearing the sounds of the piano, i wish to feel the embrace of this time.. 
 and you know, i really hate to say that, but [bad word] my life. 
 i think i have no home to stay now.no houses to build. 
 i've sent too much goodbye letters 
 and [bad word] my life.