Here we are, at the end of the road,
where be began on a night that was cold
as the moon shone, and sunlight frays
lost and found, we have our ways.
Now, in different skies, away we fly
where the days are long, and the leaves are dry.
there the glass is shattered and gold is copper,
there, my heart shrivels, but I know no better.
But we shall meet again, my friend, in a world of our own
where you will be the sun, and I will play the moon.
Like them, we will be together again
but not close enough, is the only bargain.