From You

How long should I hold out the hope

That I'm still in your heart

When should I concede

That the best of my years were apart from you

I turn half an ocean to see

How it feels in your arms

I lead into every reflection

I put for the part from you

And I will look for you

Til they put us both back in the ground

And I will call for you

Were you looking nice the young boy

That you count for dead

I wonder how much you regret

That they got me away from you

And I will look for you

Til they put us both back in the ground

And I will call for you

Until my throat cannot make a sound

And I will look for you

Til they put us both back in the ground

And I will call for you