Maybe hurting. Is grand as loving. So grand you can't. Escape nowhere. . As it's giving. Wounds are taking. Hard though to tell. What that might be. .
I've got to stop, got to stop the trembling. It's beginning to drag me down. I've got to change, my wishes. I've got to stop wanting, wanting you here.
Not very often have we met. But the music's been too bad. Can only sense happiness. if the music is sad. . So, I'm going home. I must hurry home. Where a life goes on.