Time blows softly all around us,
But we don´t feel it now.
You made much more than a hole in the sky, boy.
You made us hollow on the inside.

So next time, when you´re leaving,
Could you at least leave a note?
Next time, when you´re leaving,
Could you tell us before you go?

Black wheels roll out a young heart,
As the cold wind cools our eyes.
You left much more than thick salty lips, boy,
You left us wondering why.

So next time, when you´re leaving,
Could you at least leave a note?
Next time, when you´re leaving,
Could you tell us before you go?
You go, you go, you go...

So next time, when you´re leaving,
Could you tell us before you go?