We stand apart as we chose to be. One world away, one step too close.
One word to say and so many to hold.
One more chance with so many wasted away. This carousel has come to an end.
One more life, we manage to deceive our fears once again then let it escape as we always do. I don’t know there’ll be others, maybe hope not, is it worth the aftermath?
We are done for your and my own good.
It’s all for the better. There are enough memories to hold. Maybe another time, maybe one more life.