Sometimes the moon will speak to me
Just as you do with words...

Life is like a bridge
When support's more important...

Although you chose to leave my house
With your belongings too...

There is no promise, that love will not fade
When you think of how, it's failed in the past...

Sometimes I look upon the sky
And see dark clouds forming high...

I've counted the weeks, days and hours
And scribed them into my heart...

I will remember you by colours
Because all else causes me pain...

She made a map of my heart
From all the crossroads that are set...

Our footprints will fade
But still made an impression...

Today just after work
I rush to catch my train...

I see you again
But not like before...

Two hearts that were broken so long ago
At a young age when they first fell in love...