He won´t touch you anymore,
Staying at his side.
Half indifferent, half afraid,
It will only make you cry.

What is given can´t be returned.
The cards are in our hands.
All that is living can be hurt,
And that´s the end of innocence.

Second round found you beating death,
The miracle of life.
Once each of you caught your breath,
A question simmers inside.

How far away from being in
Can there be stated of love?
How to put it is you´re bound within.
What matter is it made of?

What will we become?
What will we become?
What will we become?
Second to numb.