He won't touch you anymore,
Staying at his side
Half indifferent, half afraid,
It will only make you cry

What is given can't be returned
The cards are in our hands
All that is living can be hurt,
And that's the end of innocence

Second round found you beating death,
The miracle of life
Once each of you caught your breath,
A question simmers inside

How far away from being in
Can there be stated of love?
How to put it is you're bound within
What matter is it made of?

What will we become?
What will we become?
What will we become?
Second to numb