There was something in your voice. That was telling me don't be too sure. Arousing my suspicions. I have never felt before. . I thought we had it made.
It's a lesson too late for the learning. Made of sand, made of sand. And in the wink of an eye. My soul is turning in your hand, in your hand. . Are you going away with no word of farewell.
Are you going away with no word of farewell will there be not a trace left behind. Well I could've loved you better didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.