When you're with me it's easy to pretend That life and love will stay forever green. When I'm alone, I feel a fear descend.
A feeling that I barely comprehend, A shudder that I try to keep unseen. When you're with me, I easily pretend.
If you weren't here, on whom could I depend To lift me to the heights, from my ravine? When I'm alone, I feel the fear descend.
I talk too much, much more thanΒ Β I intend, As if words might avert the unforeseen. When you're with me, I cheerfully pretend.
Our term is fixed. How far does it extend? Will you or I be first to leave the scene? When I'm alone, I feel the dread descend.
What hammer blows await, before the end? Our fate is settled; none can intervene. With you, dear, joy is easy to pretend. Alone, I feel the clouds of doom descend.