Songtext von Conversations With Fire

I wish I could cut you off I wish I could smother another flame Another sweet memory dies And this is the point where you say We're better off nothing I know I'll never find you, it's my fault I wanted more than you are willing to give Take me, take me This wouldn't turn out right If you weren't here tonight All desperate plans are dropped And I'm left with an empty hand Soon I'll breathe new air But not without these lived lungs Goodbye, things would rather end Than go on, so go on (The heart may be wounded But the eyes approve you)