Better parted
i see people crying
truth gets harder
theres no sense in lying
help me find a way from this maze
i can`t help myself
When i see tenderness before you left
that even breaking up was never meant
but only angels look before they tread
Better parted
i see people hiding
speech gets started
there`s no sense in writing
help me find a way through this maze
i`m living,in another world with you
and i can`t help myself
did i see tenderness where you saw hell
did i see angels in the hand i held
god only know`s what kind of tale you`d tell