The Final Touch
The morning light
Burns my eyes
I've lived this lie
Too many times
Does it really matter who is wrong or right?
The evening star
To guide my way
Out of this pain
To another day
And every time I think about
What could have been
I find myself believing
Can we still pretend?
Our last goodbye
I feel too much
What’s left to say
One final touch
Does it really matter who is wrong or right?
