And if you come or go
It will no longer hurt me so
Tenderness or hate
It will be the easy state
For a while, since nothing seems to last
May there be the illusion
Of our dances in the past

And if you give away
What was ours some day
And you drown whatever there was left
Don’t tell me
Let it go, let it wash up on the shores of your ‘self’
And I will be remembered by our dances in the past
When we knew less