On a summer evening, the sun set behind trees,

she opened up the frontdoor, let in the evening breeze.

Then picked up her suitcase and waved a last "Good-bye",

just motionless I watched her and asked one question: "Why?"

Go ahead, stop her now!

This might be your last chance you´ll realize somehow.

And I almost reached for heaven and I nearly touched the sky,

as sadness comes around me, some tears fall from my eyes.

And I almost reached for heaven and I nearly touched the sky,

what turned wrong, I don´t know. Perhaps I´m not the suited guy.

Sometimes I remember, the plans I had one time,

and sometimes I remember, the future was just mine.

Through the open frontdoor, I already see the dark.

A single step forwards, something´s about to start.

Go ahead, stop her now!

This might be your last chance you´ll realize somehow.

And I almost reached for heaven and I nearly touched the sky,

as sadness comes around me, some tears fall from my eyes.

And I almost reached for heaven and I nearly touched the sky,

what turned wrong, I don´t know. Perhaps I´m not the suited guy.

Often it is true, we don´t appreciate,

things we have around us or see during the day.

But it´s also true, that we do not know the loss

of things we will be missing until they come across.

And I almost reached for heaven and I nearly touched the sky,

as sadness comes around me, some tears fall from my eyes.

And I almost reached for heaven and I nearly touched the sky,

what turned wrong, I don´t know. Perhaps I´m not the suited guy.

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