Running away from home does not bring mountains closer together
I hope you found yourself, amongst the flowers that you spread
And time is the essence of healing
But time is the enemy of distance
The summer days are gone, leaving space for a cold dark winter
I hope you found yourself, amongst the flowers that you spread
And time is the essence of healing
But time is the enemy of distance
How many times must I feel the pain?
From the warmth that you took away
How many times must I feel the same?
Again and again
Again and again."