I, sort through all the seven seas, with blisters up to my knees, for you
I, to tread a million miles, with breath blew back the hands of time, for you.
I, prayed penance to the skies, with tears in my eyes, for you.
I, stole scenes from ancient Greece, prayed penance with my grief, for you.
But still, but still, I lose you.
Still I lose you.