A long and narrow hallway
Shining brightly in pale green
"What might have been?"
He`s staring at the exit sign
A journey through the inside
"What might have been?"
Bloodshot eyes, warning signs
No consolation
"What might have been?"
Eyes meet eyes, they realize
There`s just one shot in this life
Table for one
Can he feel that I think of him now?
He`s on his last legs
Is there someone who speaks of his name?
Worn out hands, the emptiest plans
A search for atonement, no second chance
"What might have been?"
He`s staring at the exit sign
A journey through the inside
"What might have been?"
A long and narrow hallway
Shining brightly in pale green
"What might have been?"
Worn out hands, the emptiest plans
A search for redemption, no second chance
Is it light at the end?
Can you feel that I think of you now?
Where have you gone?
This thought is as close as I get