I see the finish before me; I feel the hurt of the
lonely; If you believe in me, know that your will is
keeping me strong, though as my heart is beating
faster the pain won`t ever last and I`ll feel myself
reaching the end when I hold you again; carry me.
In the long run, fate will turn the key to tomorrow.
Oh, the memory holds me, of the love that you sold
me. Sold for a heart that is battered; but true! I gave
it to you; and our lips were so close but they never
quite touched as you listening to me tell you I will
return in the long run - fate turns the key to tomorrow.
(We took that moment alone on the harbour, I held
your hand. We explained to each other the ways of
never missing each other and keeping it strong in
the long run) fate turns the key to tomorrow...