Looking back on it all, It seemed so perfect,
Life was so fulfilling with you...

I wait.
I watch...

Grandad, don't leave me please,
I miss your smiling face at the door...

The vast mountainous landscapes,
The pointed decorative houses standing by the sea...

And I waited for you at the door.
I stood there and you came...

The Soul, curving and smooth,
Its endless bend, across that skin it would sooth...

Walk slowly to the glass,
There it shines like a gem...

Angie, oh Angie, let me sing you a song,
I want you to know there's no wrong...

The wind shudders along a dry landscape of barren...
The dust flies through the air like a swarm of...

I would follow you to the ends of the earth.
Touch your picture at night to feel your presence...

Just leave.
Don't ever come back...

Everybody hurts....
So take my hand...