There they go, tearing down each brick I put up.
When will I find respite, and where?
Will you not pause, and will you not stop?
Until when, when will your resolve end?
Must I be brought to my knees, must my heart give up before
all this ends?
There you go, tearing down each brick I put up.
My moat is dry, and I have no defence around you.
I try my best, yet I cannot wall you out.
Until when, when will your temptation end?
My heart, seduced by yours.
Days past and months go by.
What does it feel like to kiss a dying love?
As I hold your hand gently to my heart,
When will this be the last kiss goodbye?
There you go, drifting away.
I knew of this end before it began,
But my foolish hope still clings on,
What it clings on to, I know not of.
Tell me, where does my hope lie?