Tightly wrapped in sadness I keep walking through the park To recall forgotten feelings Has the fire kept a spark? Standing on our bridge of sighs Afflicted with my grief I see my troubled picture In the water underneath Where will the river take us? Will we ever meet again? Or will we get lost in the ocean Like a teardrop in the rain? Glued to her very picture I see through my inner eye Our hearts have long stopped yearning And still I wonder why Looking back in sorrow There’s a crack-up in my view Things look pretty different now From the sights I knew Where will the river take us? Will we ever meet again? Or will we get lost in the ocean Like a teardrop in the rain? Love is but a wanderer however steady it may seem Two halves of a picture slowly floating downstream, downstream, downstream . . . Floating downstream, downstream, downstream . . . Firmly trapped in silence I get swallowed by the dark Deafening the pain inside Where the cutting left its mark One last look from our bridge of sighs Reluctantly I leave For other pictures to be taken For other dreams to weave Where will the river take us? Will we ever meet again? Or will we get lost in the ocean Like a teardrop in the rain?