Here's another kind of story, One of those you might not like But it's love that makes its verdict And it's love that keeps us high. And one day you will see When the foam leaves the sea That everything you ever wished for Turned into a dream And all the way And all the way I was so sure We made a mistake But if I'm still ‘round I have no doubt That all that's been Was for becoming ourselves This is some kind of a story Of our tragic ending lives In the end you feel so sorry For contemplating suicide And one day you will see When the foam leaves the sea That everything you ever wished for Turned into a dream And all the way And all the way I was so sure We made a mistake But if I'm still ‘round I have no doubt That all that's been Was for becoming ourselves And all the way And all the way I was so sure We made a mistake But if I'm still ‘round I have no doubt That all that's been Was for becoming ourselves And all the way And all the way And all the way And all the way