We go our separate ways through the portals of love

Truth was in creating, not the aftermath

Can't say I was nothing before you came into my life

But I will keep the memories for when my soul gets weary.

Bittersweet stores, they always have no end

In the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunlight bend

Can't say I was nothing before you came into my life

Now I'm late for the urban train to get back on the road again.

Running thristy in the rain

I'm breaking through those clouds again.