And it's the last time I've heard you screaming,
in a tiredly beating lump called heart.
And it's the last time I am down and crawling,

on a dirty tarmac floor of darts.

And I'll be holding someone else's hand and I'll let go

And I'll be breathing someone else's air until I will know
my fears, laughs, shivers, tears will shortly go.


And I'll be holding someone else's hand and I'll let go
worries, memories, thoughts and dreams, friends and foes.
And I'll be holding someone else's hand and I'll let go

worries, memories, thoughts and dreams, friends and foes.

And it's the last time I've heard you screaming,

in a tiredly beating lump called heart.
And it's the last time I am down and crawling,
on a dirty tarmac floor of darts.

And it's the last time I think I'm falling,
in a downward speeding spiral with no safety net.
And I'm sure it's the last time this chore is repeating,

to leave it rest it's probably the best.