Who knew that you would fall away? I think of you as highly guarded It's easy when you call to me I don't know whether I'm told I'm wanted and can't relate To things that fall and disintegrate So why do you ask me: When will you go? When will you go? nothing's permanent, i thought you know Why do you ask me When will you go? nothing's permanent, i thought you know I'll take you where you hold your fears I'll show you what you know, but can't see I keep you where i know you'll be I'll show you what it means to be Discarded and put to the side Like things back and forth And can't integrate So why do you ask me When will you go? nothing's permanent, i thought you know Why do you ask me When will you go? nothing's permanent, i thought you know Is this your last call to me? I hope it is