Seeing the signs of cracks in a space Unfortunate troubles, we end up in vain Whisper goodnight to anyone but me I followed you whole to the end of the days And when the tides turn, its to late to say And when we collide, it's the colors that stay And when we all die - Being that sensitive along the way Was Never Good for nothing, not even your taste You always said "take whatever but me" I always thought it's a joke I had to take And when the tides turn, its to late to say And when we collide, its the colors that stay When people fall, they will always get up But it's a myth and a lie, Cause i tried it all Trough all of this fog it is clear now to see You never wanted nothing, nothing but me