In your heart I know I had died.
My heart was young and so it cried.
I begged for the truth, but love lied;
we will collide, we will collide.

Distance severed our naïve bond;
Persistence stayed and I grew fond.
The seasons changed, still no respond;
hole of despond, hole of despond.

But now my heart is wise, dear friend,
and now my bell jar can ascend.
‘Twas my young self I did transcend;
you will befriend, you will befriend.

If we shall meet in brighter skies
fearlessly greet me with pure eyes.
In that time exists no demise;
don’t say goodbye, don’t say goodbye.