I'd never sing of love,
if it does not exist.
deep in my soul,
that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways,
to make it alone,
or keep a straight face.
keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now,
I had sworn to myself that I'm content,
but I can't,
let go of what's in front of me here.
I know your leaving
in the morning, when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.