There is a gentle separation
that whispers in my ears.
From two sides it stands on end,
to remind me of the years...

I am lost inside my open heart.
I am lost along the way.
Where I do not see what I have said,
"I hope I'll find you here".

Oh keeper of the broken hearts... Can you hear me?
In a room you hide in make-believe,
in their bleeding hearts they are convinced
'we' will one day find that key.

My hope is sore from wanting
to find you next to me.
Help if you are helpful.
Lend life if I'm to live.
Save me if your heart desires
I've not much else to give.

I want so much to not be here,
but where the day is good for keeping.
Where you nor I, never again,
are reminded of what's missing...