We go our separate ways through the portals of love
  truth was in creating, not the aftermath
  can't say i was nothing before you came into my life
  but i will keep the memories for when my soul gets weary
  
  bittersweet stores, they alway have no end
  in the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunligh bend
  can't say i was nothing before you came into my life
  now i'm late for the urban train to get back on the road again
  
  running thristy in the rain
  i'm breaking through those clouds again