Quisiera no tener la razon
Por una pura vez en la vida...

Funny how a friend can ask for more,
There's a smile in his eye...

There it is
A special kind of agony...

I still dream about you,
I confess...

The days grow cold, dark, and short
They merge like clouds in the sky...

It's so evident
Crystal clear like champagne...

Remember the rain,
How I fussed with my hair...

Falling over,
But not even feeling the ground...

The wave crashes down her eye,
An inner tidal wave...

She's got black mascara,
Cover-up to cover all...

I used to be
Lost in an illusion...

There stands a ghost waiting,
At the threshold of Heaven's Door...