Trough clouds of smoke I see your siluete
Aint looking in my eyes, but down yours tears run
I point my questions sharp and it takes a moment or two
To answer of the bottom of your hear, thats bleeding now...

You try to hide your fears, but on your cheak are tears
And they reviele it all. How come you didn't call before?
I try to understand, I want to hold your hand
But yours are shaking and they slip right out of mine.

You say "good times are gone". How come they're fucking
gone
How come I thought I was the one to understand you all the
time
And why I was sure I was the answer and the ultimate cure
How come I didn't smell the smoke and killed the fire, while
it's small

I see your face again, trough window hit by rain
How come I cannot stop the rain and let you in?
How come I'm helpless now? Why time has tied my arms
And how come no one understands me when I say "I care"?

Please sister understand and let me hold your hand
That no one in this world can touch my heart like you
And as pathetic as it is and mean
I cry again to you, not being sure you're listening at
all...

This ballade is of ours, pathetic man and you
Pathetic, so pathetic man that's sure that there is what to
do
To save ourselvs from due, with honest words, but you
You, you are so real, that it hurts.