Another turning point ahead
My mother says it's looking bad
Another eye is turning grey
How many memories will stay
Before the needle tears a hole
Divides the body from the soul
Run through the fields but you got slow
Once so little now so old
I hold your head inside my hands
And think about our faded plans
I look into your empty eyes
And die a little bit inside
Another thought crosses my mind
Have to remind myself to find
Some reason why I should move on
I'm still not used to you being gone
Are you fulfilled with where you are
Looks like you did not get that far
I push the pedal to the floor
Cause I can't take it anymore
I hold your head inside my hands
And think about our faded plans
I look into your empty eyes
And die a little bit inside
I hold your head inside my hands
And think about our faded plans
I look into your empty eyes
And die a little bit inside
I look into your empty eyes
And die a little bit inside