I am the bricks
And you are my mortor...

Chasing you through these open fields
Gets exhausting, you know...

We stand together
In your driveway...

Sitting on the window sill
Staring into the night...

You sit in your sorrow
And cry tears of regret...

If only it were that simple
To give up and let you go...

We sit in that little shop
Across the table seems like 1,000,000 miles...

If only you knew
What I meant...

Goodbye good friend
It's been fun...

You were it
At least I thought so...

The rain gently drips
From the tree that we're under...

How do you presume to live?
With the whole world set against you...