| Romance was not manifest | |
| Candor; a lesson learned that | |
| Reaching out has always brought me pain | |
| Whilst darkened thoughts lead to an early grave | |
| You waved goodbye and bought a one way ticket out from | |
| My loss | |
| All earth's light could never feel my loss | |
| I want to thank you for sparing me | |
| The years or empty hope strung | |
| along for what seemed like a legacy | |
| Your face is tightly etched into my mind | |
| Like scar-tissued caligraphy | |
| [Outro solo: Coull] |