Written with the hopes of reuniting. |
| I'd like to tell her how I'm doing Share the bitter cold Be there when she calls me on the phone But she won't I'd like to show my life of ruin Share my days alone Be there when she talks of growing old But she won't I'd like to bring back what I'm losing Share my fearless soul Be there when she's finally letting go But she won't I'd like to rise up from the ashes Share how I have grown Be there when she's finally coming home But she won't |