Hands are black from the ink Trying to erase it Floating pictures building up Slowly disappearing My fate is sealed as it starts Certainly beginning Running colours separate and divide my choices I find myself wondering and my head starts spinning What if all my memories of you are never finished? Recalling on the older days, denial of my future There is a noose around my neck, slowly pulling tight Why do I draw these one's with you? The longer I look at them, their meaning changes Why do I draw these one's with you? Trying to determine, what I really felt for you The only thing left for me, is to keep the memory alive While drowning in a daze with your illusion By my side With you by my side My hands still black Moving up, moving back Day by day, hour after hour I etched in tree bark, watch it overgrow My past is a blank page, framed by you The only thing left for me, is to keep the memory alive While drowning in a daze with your illusion By my side With you by my side The only thing left for me, is to keep the memory alive While drowning in a daze with your illusion By my side With you by my side Cracks in my heart still let me bleed Cracks in my heart still let me bleed OH! I still got something to say Would you listen to - me? Would you listen to me? I still got something to say