You turned your back on me and left
through that door which has always been open to you
Without leaving any trace of hope.
And what's dealt for my share is
something empty in pieces in my palms.
We hushed and overflowed with joy by my teardrops.
Since your heart has burned, follow its smoke and let it lead you to me.
Since I broke your heart, come to me for every bit of it again.
You turned your back on me and left
through that door which has always been open to you
Without leaving any trace of hope.
And what's dealt for my share is
empitiness in pieces in my palms.
We hushed and overflowed with joy by my teardrops.
Since your heart has burned, follow its smoke and let it lead you to me.
Since I broke your heart, come to me for every bit of it again.