No excuses left to make

There is no one to blame

Won't you call me ?

When the seconds are dancing

Now every word is a whisper and every sound is a song

Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore

I've come undone but you make sense of who I am...

I try to break apart

You don't wanna try no more

She starts to turn away when he says “Hate me, break me let me feel as hurt as you. Push me, crush me but promise me you'll never let us go”

Comme la pluie sur la fenêtre tu me dis "oui" et puis "peut-être"

(Like the rain on the window you tell me "yes" and then "maybe")

Even if you go you remain a whisper in my dreams…

And he cries, "Why can't I sing along with some feeling, or some meaning?”