When you go, please, go slow
So I’d see your every step reverberating in my chest;
So all I ever felt for you would roll into a ball of pain
And die inside me – then, I’ll know
It’s over
/
Please, do not say you will return
Don’t tie down, don’t make me wait – I’ve not the patience
To grow roots where rain would fall but once a year;
Don’t make me rot, don’t make me yearn
It’s over
/
It’s over
And I stand alone away from street lamps’ yellow lights
Suddenly, in the turbid night your voice finds me, your hands grasp mine;
It doesn’t matter what I said – my hearts knows that
It isn’t over
