So you cried until you were satisfied,
The tears almost stained your face permanently,
I'm telling you to be careful.
Start and begin,
Hear the softness of it all because there is no way not to fall for it, it's seizing and never displeasing, a gradual realization.
I love listening to the wind and I love feeling this lonesome pain, but only if there's two sides to it, only if I feel comforted in knowing that maybe for a minute, I'm really not alone...
Sometimes it all collides in a brilliant chorus, and sometimes the melancholy breaks the solitude. You can't leave me, alright? You're my hero, and heroes never die...
Just once let me know I'm not really alone.