We go our separate ways through the portals of love
truth was in creating, not the aftermath
can�t say I was nothing before you came into my life
but I will keep the memories for when my soul gets weary
bittersweet stores, they always have no end
in the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunlight bend
can�t say I was nothing before you came into my life
now I�m late for the urban train to get back on the road again
running thristy in the rain
I�m breaking through those clouds again
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