A love
That is about to be born
Is easy to
Break.
From faith
to heart
Resists
For both
So much to guard.
Does not wish to exhaust you
Until it lets you in.
The deal rests with me,
To not hurt each other until we are left like this.
When there is nothing left to say,
And the end begins to come near,
I see that you were never meant for me,
And once again I have to forget.
The mornings that I gave you,
I never dared to ask
If the last verse I already know
And just how far I can imagine.
When it gets late
And in the middle of the night
I know you will miss
The sound of my name,
And although I have nothing left
I will always be part of all those hours
That you spent on loving me.
Every phrase that hurt me
You always cast it without knowing.
If all that never was your intention
Why does it weigh more than it is?
When it gets late
And in the middle of the night
I know you will miss
The sound of my name,
And although I have nothing left
I will always be part of all those hours
That you spent on loving me.
When it gets late
And in the middle of the night
I know you will miss
The sound of my name,
And although I have nothing left
I will always be part of all those hours
That you spent on loving me.