Now that it's Over, as if we both know, silently I always knew, and so I'll just stay and spit up my lungs, as I'm choking on the words that I never got to say.
Now my home has become a hole in the floor, the stars are blinking out one, by, one.
Tomorrow is still coming and I just can't sit by, and I'll never be sure if I'll make it through alive,
Ove...
