If the stars would lose their shine,
and all the roads would move away,
a boundless ocean my night would turn,
never to let me reach you again.
I'd stand in a hundred open gates,
but where's the voice to invite me in?
I'd see your shadow shaping mine,
and love your empty tracks, still.
I'd wait for years for your touch –
the soul is shivering alone.
An echo that won't respond,
bordering on a void: my life in your wake.
If the stars would lose their shine,
and all the roads would move away,
I'd live without you, to no avail.
Only what you give is life for me.
I'd wait for years for your touch.
Don't keep me hanging on.