A lifetime has passed, and waves have collapsed
   But you are still there, with my heart in your care
The winds blew about on our cold urchin spout
   Although,
         you still stand, with my heart in your hand.
    And the cut, that was made from the rage
       The rage, that caused your hand to grit
Grit And clench
  On a heart that only bled,
     Cared
But no matter the cut because the love that we share
  The love that I gave was
    Deeper?
Yes, deeper then the cuts on our tie and stronger
    Worth it?
  Stronger then our differences
    We're they?
They are.

For my heat to your cold will melt this bout and mold it the right way.
  What right way?
The way that things were.
  Although, were the things,
       gone
          are they not?
Yes.
     Goodbye, Love.