I watched her cry for you, with nothing I could say to ease her mind
I would have died to be with you, but I could not leave her behind
Torn between the two, my love for her, my grief for you
All that I can do is try to go on breathing
First in my heart, you were the sun, the moon, the stars that filled my skies
Now torn apart, all but for her, with whom what's left of my heart lies
Torn between the two, my love for her, my grief for you
All that I can do is try to go on breathing
The westering sun falls low and paints the sky your colours, red and gold
You shine there still, for all I know, and will burn bright, as I grow old
Torn between the two, my love for her, my grief for you
All that I can do is try to go on breathing