I've been to your private hell And I thought it's our farewell But to keep up the will is a gift and a curse and it's treason And our dreams will divide And all thinking gets out of the light We can't reach each others hand unless we fall We're beautiful – as long as we believed we're getting closer But as we grew closer we're unsuitable to live the perfect life And just get older until it's over We're becoming weaker, could be time to admit our defeat But there's so much left undone, but no 2nd chances Time is passing us by and it doesn't seem right That you're dying in my arms and leave me behind Who cast the first stone into the water so that the waves would rise and rise And tear ourselves away from home It doesn't matter what we do and what we feel or say You're looking far too frail...