I Knew You One Time, So Long Before,
All The Soft Distant Murmurs,
Drown Out Your Weary Voice.
You've Grown Rather Cold, Antsy And Achy,
Drifting In, Never Sticking Around.
Drifting By, Without Ever Making A Sound.
You Vanish, Far Too Quickly,
Escaping To Your Harbour.
It's A Shame, Whoever Hurt You This Way!
The Pain Now Runs So Deep,...