THE CIRCLE CLOSED, AS OUR SUMMER DID, WITH THE SAME OLD FEARS THAT TURNED INTO DEFEATS. AND I WILL TELL YOU, FOR WHAT'S WORTH, IS ALL ON ME THE BLAME. THE ONLY THING NOW I KNOW IS THAT WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. SO LITTLE TIME, SO MUCH TO SAY, ‘MORE THAN WORDS’ HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE NAME OF THE GAME. I TAUGHT YOU TO TRUST YOURSELF, YOU TAUGHT ME TO STAY AFLOAT, AND NEVER SETTLE FOR A LIFE YOU AIN'T FOUGHT FOR. YOU UNDERSTOOD MY DEMONS AND PAINTED FEATHERS ON THEIR WINGS, YOU DREW MY LIFE ON MY SHIRT AND THEN SHOWED ME MY WAY OUT OF YOU AND OUT OF ALL THIS. A TALE YOU WROTE AS PURE AS WATER FLOW, EVEN WHAT THE WORDS CAN'T EXPLAIN AT ALL. YOU GAVE ME A LAST LOOK, YOU CLOSED THAT DOOR, AS A BOOK YOU KNOW YOU'LL READ NEVERMORE. YOU SHOOK MY LIFE LIKE AN EARTHQUAKE, NEVER THOUGHT YOU COULD. EVERY TIME I WAS TREMBLING I GOT YOUR HAND TO TRUST YOU. THAT ONE TIME I DIDN'T HOLD YOU AS STRONG AS YOU THOUGHT I WOULD YOU NEVER WATCHED ME THE SAME WAY AGAIN, DID YOU? YOU NEVER FEARED HOW DEEP OR COLD THE WATER WAS, EITHER HOW BLACK WAS THE SKY UP ABOVE, YOU JUST KEPT YOUR HEAD HIGH, SMILING AT THE STARS, DRAWING YOUR DREAMS SO BRIGHT. YOU UNDERSTOOD MY DEMONS AND PAINTED FEATHERS ON THEIR WINGS, YOU DREW MY LIFE ON MY SHIRT AND THEN SHOWED ME MY WAY OUT OF YOU AND OUT OF ALL THIS. A TALE YOU WROTE AS PURE AS WATER FLOW, EVEN WHAT THE WORDS CAN'T EXPLAIN AT ALL. YOU GAVE ME A LAST LOOK, YOU CLOSED THAT DOOR, AS A BOOK YOU KNOW YOU'LL READ NEVERMORE. STEP BACK AND NEVER FEEL THE SAME AGAIN, NOW THAT YOU’VE EXPERIENCED HOW IT FEELS TO BE REQUITED. STEP BACK AND NEVER FEEL THE SAME AGAIN, NOW THAT YOU’VE EXPERIENCED HOW IT FEELS TO BE YOURSELF AGAIN. YOU UNDERSTOOD MY DEMONS AND YOU PAINTED FEATHER ON THEIR WINGS, YOU DREW MY LIFE ON MY SHIRT AND THEN SHOWED ME MY WAY OUT OF YOU AND OUT OF ALL THIS. THIS TALE WE JUST WITNESSED WAS WRITTEN BY YOUR HAND RIGHT FROM THE START, IN WATER, SUN DUSK, MIST AND CLOUDS YOUR COLOURS SCREAMED AT LIFE SO LOUD. AND WHILE YOU'RE TELLING ME THE END LOUD IS THE MUSIC FROM YOUR ROOM. YOU GIVE ME A LAST LOOK, YOU CLOSE THAT DOOR AS A BOOK YOU KNOW YOU'LL READ… THINGS THAT MATTER MOST ARE WHAT YOU FEEL BEING THE MOST FRAGILE, NOW THAT OUR ROADS DIVERGE I KEEP HEARING THE CRACKS. DROWNED IN FEAR I’LL BECOME SHATTERED CRYSTAL, THOUGH NEVER REALLY HURT, I FEEL I'LL NEVER HEAL. I FEAR WE NEVER…