Walking barefoot on the ground, I seem to understand it now

Cars not seen in sight, I'm out of time

Ripped newspapers and broken soda bottles

They inhabit the streets of the deserted city

And as I make my way, I have only one thing to say

"Sadness is my companion at all times and when I feel lonely, I'm not alone"

Those pink hydrangeas that are in my hands, they are all for you

But you are not here, not where you said you will be

You are on the other side, where you said you will meet me

As I kneel down to say my prayers, those hydrangeas are the only flares

And I leave them there

Abandoned on the concrete, turning grey

I wish I was dead, nothing left for me here

And as I make my way back, I'm ready to join you on the other side