What a pity that it is, the way to come back home
I try to make a point to sell the last of what I own
And I can feel your breeze begin to choke my living soul
And I promise that it's worth it

What a pity that it is, to write you in a song
I try to make the words become a kingdom to your soul
But no matter how I try it's just a lyric, nothing more
And it can't be worth it