I wish I could sing of no regrets,
nor of any emotional debts.
But as we kissed goodbye, the sun set,
and my heartstrings began to fret.

How am I not beset with regret?
You know, once it felt so right.
Back when I slept at night.

Your smile, so light and bright.
It outranks the world in my sight.
Then, this hopeless, helpless feeling...
It penetrates the floor through the ceiling.

Now, our shadow covers me.
And so now, we are history?

And all that I can ever be to you, is that darkness that we knew?
And this regret that I've come to grow so accustomed to? I had to.
And in my own way; In this deep blue shade: hope begins to fade.

And after the night, comes the day.
And my tears dry out on their own.