On the brink,
Of the morning.
If it's too cold,
Let me know.
Even the sky moans,
When it wants to be left alone.

Going so far away,
Like you're not coming back.
Like a rising cloud,
Don't forget you cry.
Like a black thorn rose,
Her beauty shows.

Riding along,
Towards sunset.
Pass the cliff,
Of no return.
Down towards the beach,
She's just out of reach.

Tides coming in,
Moon begins to rise.
White sail at sea,
Following the sun.
When you go everything turns to grey,
Don't leave me take a second and stay.