Nu blir det nog bättring på denna front.
To love and care without a reason
'Tis what life handed me this season
To look upon, but never feel
To tear up wounds that start to heal
The threads of lives will be tangled again
It's not a question of if, but when
Will it's weight and it's curse upon me fall?
As her gaze would pierce like a heart-shaped knife
Will I seek to be free, yet remain a thrall?
As he rips into two what had been one life
Still every step brings me round and round
And every noise blots out the sound
Of a heart that's beating much too fast
For fleeting love that couldn't last
I look at life as through a mist
And never seem to get the gist
It seems we're all just fantasy
You and me especially
