In the end, I would repeat everything,
In the end, I begin to analyze, to think,
About all the "sort of", about all the "close to",
To be mad about myself for not giving you a hand.
In the end, we always wait for what's to come,
In the end, it's hard for me to see that it's good,
To live the moment like it is now,
To expect you every day, to feel loved.
In the end, they say that He on High decides,
At the end of the day, we're trying to figure out,
In the end, it's longing,
In the end, it's longing.
In the end, I wonder if you're still mine,
In the end, I go back to make sure who am I,
Between what is certain,
And what is almost,
In the end, I've reached the end
And in the end it's only you.
In the end, I relive letters,
In the end, I go back to the same nonsense,
In the end, we fear of loving truly,
Of going blindly, of gambling our hearts away.
In the end, we watch the same news,
In the end, my head is loaded with thoughts,
In the end there's no tomorrow, we only have today.
In the end, the eyes will tell it all.
In the end, they say that He on High decides,
At the end of the day, we're trying to figure out,
In the end, it's longing,
In the end, it's longing.
In the end, I wonder if you're still mine,
In the end, I go back to make sure who am I,
Between what is certain,
And what is almost,
In the end, I've reached the end
And in the end it's only you.
A picture of view, I'm without you.
A picture of view, I'm with you.
Nothing, nothing at all.
A whole wide world.