it was clear to me but surpressed in my mind
 holding on too long to things
 from the inside hollow, outside it goes on
 i seem to be more insecure and incompetent
 with every day
 'cause you're perfect splendour stretches out
 undeniable in every thinkable way

 but it's hard to put aside, i think i'm still in self-denial
 everyday is like a trial, so long, so long
 but as we go blindly, somethings stay the same
 but as we go blindly, all stories have an end, and so does this one

 i hope i still mean the same to you
 as you do to me now and every time
 i hope that you still understand
 all the things i say and all the things i do
 i've finally come to terms with that
 we're two constellations sharing the same star
 and without this natural link
 we wouldn't shine as bright as we are

 but it's hard to put aside, i think i'm still in self-denial
 everyday is like a trial, so long, so long
 but as we go blindly, somethings stay the same
 but as we go blindly, all stories have an end, and so does this one