How long should I hold to the hope
That I'm still in your heart
When should I concede that the best of my years were apart
From you
I'd swim half an ocean to see how it feels
In your arms
I read into ebery reflection I pass for the part
From you
And I will look for you
Till they put us both back in the ground
And I will call for you
Would you recognize the young boy
That you kept for a day
I wonder how much you regret that they kept me away from you
From you
And I will look for you
Till they put us both back in the ground
And I will call for you
Till my throat cannot make a sound