Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care. You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I sada ta bolna praznina u utrobi,
ta nemoć od koje ne mogu pobjeći...
Tješim se:"nisi mu mogla pomoći... Što si mu mogla reći.."
Tražio je odgovore u onim dugim,
beskrajnim, neprospavanim noćima.
Tješim se: "nemaš rješenje..."
Ma šutila sam zbog njegovih ruku!
(volim te ruke)
Tako ih je stegnuo.
Grč.
Pobijelile su.
"Nemoj to raditi!!!"
Njegovi prsti...
On ne razmišlja, on se muči.
Glas mu je tih:"očekivao sam da će proći...
mislio sam, znaš da će proći...da razumijem...
htio sam učiniti dobru stvar..pravu stvar."
"Pusti te ruke na miru!"
"Idem...odlazim...Znaš?...Razumiješ me?
Ti me uvijek razumiješ..."
Mislim da se ponavlja.
Udaljenost mu nije pomogla nikada, neće ni sada.
Sve ga to nije ni malo promijenilo.
Isto, isto, isto.
Znači li to da vrijeme nije rješenje?
Da ni ova moja bol neće proći?
Gleda me.
On kao da očekuje da nešto kažem?
Imam potrebu da govorim o onome o čemu nemam pojma.
"Pusti te ruke na miru", izgovaram.
On se diže od stola...Odlazi.
I sada ta bolna praznina u utrobi...