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