There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It is still a little hard to say what is going on !
There’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness
There’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
          You step a little closer each day
         That I can´t say what´s going on !
(DR)

So there my friend, you’re in the deep end.
Just hanging on to hope by a loose thread.
Well it’s never good, to try and play pretend.
But maybe what’s broken, can start to shine.
    And you’ll find, this time tomorrow.
We’ll decide where it will all go, in this life.
(TD)

And they said you were a true gentleman even 'til the end. The likes of which we'll rarely see again. I found myself alone wandering, oh searching deep within, but some questions don't need answering. But I hope that I do get to see you. And I just pull myself through just to meet you just once more, just once more we'd play bagatelle, we'd play bagatelle again. And it's so hard to see her cry 'cos I love her so dearly and it's the last time he'll close his eyes.
(TYRS)

           This is the first day of my life
     I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
      They're spreading blankets on the beach
           Yours is the first face that I saw
        I think I was blind before I met you
           Now I don't know where I am
           I don't know where I've been
          But I know where I want to go
(BE)