I guess he is better today,
And for a moment, I even saw him smile.
But then his face turns away.
„Sometimes things go“ he said,
And turned his back on me.
Cause one day he faces the truth in her eyes,
In her smile,
In her words,
What’s in a while.
In her mind,
Cruel taste,
A kind of Deliverance.
(cough)
Your loss of blood was so great,
That you lost your fight and almost died.
So we dranked the glass in one draught,
And fought a way through the crowd of ache,
It’s out of sight, but not hard of mine