The inverse side, the inside song.
Your words, the words run like smoke.
I held on and once again, burned, I cry to no one.
She held out her hand,
not knowing why,
and I took it,
not knowing why.
A cold wind,
gray and sad,
blows me down and those hands are there,
laughing that I fell.
She looks into their eyes and I see a mockery
of all that I have.
I have no more room for sadness.
So, look at these eyes
and understand my goodbye