I turned around
Before I could run I found you already settled down in the back of my mind
I know this is just a customary feelin'
The moon is our deceiver that will leave you running blind
Look how the sun, captured by the rain,
Glimmers and falls, and lands in golden balls,
Like a bracelet hung, from a spider's web,
For me to show to you, like gifts, That you won't forget...
For as long as you live...