I attempted to flee from my love,
I got hold of a razor and righted myself.
In the refuge of basements I cut through
The leather restraints of the belts on the powerless chest.
I want to be there with you,
I want to be there with you,
I do want to be there with you,
I want to be there with you,
And I will be with you.
In a room with a plain white ceiling
With a right to dream of,
In a room with a view of lights,
With a faith in love.
Your own name has long since already been changed,
Your eyes has long lost their color and tone.
A drunken doctor told me that you are no more,
A firemen gave me a notice: your house has burned down.
But I want to be there with you,
I want to be there with you,
I do want to be there with you,
I want to be there with you,
And I will be with you.
I was breaking glass like candy bars in hands,
I cut deep these fingers for they are unable
To touch you again and caress.
I looked at these faces,
Them I could not forgive
That they don’t have you around,
Yet they manage to live.
But I want to be there with you,
I want to be there with you,
I do want to be there with you,
I want to be there with you,
And I will be with you.
In a room with a plain white ceiling,
With a right to dream of,
In a room with a view of lights,
With a faith in love. [x2]