''Because this song is all I have to make me feel.
And all it takes is just a love to make it hurt.
And every sound arranged in time could make me lose.
Now it's a funny way I find myself with you...
But now there's nothing left to do but waste my time.
I never knew where to move one, I never knew where to rely upon.
And now there's nothing left to say to change your mind.
And if you're are unhappy still, I will be hanging on your line should you return, should you return, should you return.''
(Copeland)
And all it takes is just a love to make it hurt.
And every sound arranged in time could make me lose.
Now it's a funny way I find myself with you...
But now there's nothing left to do but waste my time.
I never knew where to move one, I never knew where to rely upon.
And now there's nothing left to say to change your mind.
And if you're are unhappy still, I will be hanging on your line should you return, should you return, should you return.''
(Copeland)
...e eu continuo cantando junto a música, como num choro solitário da minha voz, tentando espantar todo resquicio de dor e medo contido ali.