It's a lesson too late for the learning
|: made of sand :|
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
|: in your hand :|
(Chorus:)
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
You've got reasons a-plenty for going,
|: this I know :|
For the weeds have been steadily growing
|: Please don't go :|
Chorus
Instrumental
As we walk on, my thoughts are a-tumbling
|: round and round :|
Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling
|: underground :|
Chorus
As I lie in my bed in the morning
|: without you :|
Each song in my breast dies a born-in
|: without you :|
Chorus
That was the last thing on my mind!
*Beim Liveauftritt fehlt leider die 3. Strophe.