When you told me yesterday that you had gone away, I looked you in the eye and asked, "Where have you gone'"

I can still touch your face, I can still hold your hand,
I can walk beside you on the sidewalk,
You looked away 'cause I tried to touch you,
You turned away 'cause I tried to touch you on the sidewalk.

When I asked you where you'd gone, your words bit like fire,
This thing I despise; this thing comes from a liar.

It's not my crime; I care if my friend falls,
Blow out the candle so I won't have to look at this thing at all,
If I despise you, how can I love you'
If I don't love you, how can I help you look at this thing at all'

It's not my crime; I care if my friend falls,
Blow out the candle so I won't have to look at this thing at all,
If I despise you, how can I love you'
If I don't love you, how can I help you look at this thing at all'