If I beg and if I cry, would it change the sky tonight, will it give me sunlight?
Should I wait for you to call? Is there any hope at all?
Are you drifting by...
When I think about it, I know that I was never held or even cared.
The more I think about it, the less that I was able to share with you.
I try to reach for you, I can almost feel you,
you're nearly here, and then you disappear...