The clothes are folded
A suitcase is out
I think we're going to leave
Yesterday they were screaming
Me, I was in bed
I think we're going to leave
And they don't love each other anymore
What would our life be
What would our links be
If we had taken the same train
I spend nights
In my sorrow
Recreating our lives
Until the morning
I had hoped
That they'd understand each other
And that we'd come back
But now days and weeks
Have passed
And he didn't see me grow up
What if he didn't love me anymore?
What would our life be
What would our links be
If we had taken the same train
I spend nights
In my sorrow
Recreating our lives
Until the morning