The simple pages that you bought
Were lighter than your point of view
Oh and that claim for which you fought
Was only allowed to hear
Let this be the reason that I should feel
I'm the only one with this point of view
Oh, and that claim of yours was real
But too late
Then once again, I'll give in
To the spaces in between
Then once again I'll feel it's all right
You must be blind not to see
You're the only one not to stay with me
While this room is empty and no one cares
That this fire still remains
Then once again, I'll give in
To the spaces in between
Then once again I'll feel it's all right
Then once again, I'll give in
To the sound of this within
Then once again I'll feel it's all right
The simple pages that you tought
Came too late, way late...
