Blur the sky with his Rainy eyes (...) Writing on his walks (...) Trying to find moments With his hands (...) With his ignorance About the past (...) Oh, about the past... (...) "Priceless man" He repeated once (...) To pretend he's right (...) In despair, fearing, Ink the air (...) Help me out this time I need some rest (...) Oh, I need some rest (...) Oh, I need some rest (...) Maybe I'm the value spliting The space of lovers out... (...) The Deep gash below the air When they can't understand... (...) Maybe I'm the value spliting The space of lovers out... The Deep gash below the air When they can't understand... (...) Blur the sky with his Rainy eyes (...) Set his life aside (...) Stutter over she's About to say (...) Put her hand on mine To say good-bye (...) Oh, to say good-bye... (...) Oh, to say good-bye... (...) Oh, to say good-bye...