I believe in the world right in front of me, 

but now, along these empty streets 

where this curse holds these memories of a man, 

you know he's lost.


No time to think about it. No room to breathe.


If I had a way back, I'd ride through the dark and the door 

(but please don't wait for me) 

because the man you love don't live anymore. 

I can't go home again.


Tonight you'll sleep. 

You'll feel what might become of me, my dear. 

Within these end old days where this longing turns 

this man to pray and a love begins to die.


No time to live in the deep, girl, 

I'm worth the second chance. (What have I done?!) 

No time to think about it, no room to breathe!


If I had a way back, I'd ride through the dark and the door 

(but please don't wait) 

because the man you love don't live anymore. 

I can't go home again.


I believed in the world, once in front of me, well, now that's gone.


If I had the way back, I'd ride through the dark and the door 

(but please don't wait for me) 

because the man you love don't live anymore.


I can't go home again.


Bye, goodbye. Bye, my dear.