From You - William Fitzsimmons/Chris Walla
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