When you told me yesterday that you had gone away, I 
looked you in the eye and asked, "Where have you gone?"

I can still touch your face, I can still hold your hand,
I can walk beside you on the sidewalk,
You looked away 'cause I tried to touch you,
You turned away 'cause I tried to touch you on the 
sidewalk.

When I asked you where you'd gone, your words bit like 
fire,
This thing I despise; this thing comes from a liar.

Blow out the candle so I won't have to look at this thing 
at all,
If I despise you, how can I love you?
If I don't love you, how can I help you look at this 
thing at all?

It's not my crime; I care if my friend falls,
Blow out the candle so I won't have to look at this thing 
at all,
If I despise you, how can I love you?
If I don't love you, how can I help you look at this 
thing at all?