There is life in the dark. So small but there you are. Hand in hand, this life, you are. Something I can't understand. Endless thoughts, they get ahead.
I can see that you're giving up. It should not mean that much to me. And I don't know where the rest go. But everybody's been telling me no. . But I'll always have a thing for you.
Give up the high life. If that's OK. Take it or leave it. For me. Follow you, I might. The darkest way. Only to leave it. Once again. And I, I know. I, I know.