Sometime, somewhere, I hope there will be a day,
a day that when I look at you, you don't look away.
Does my sober face talk to you with guilt?
Cause my attempts seem to let time stand still.
I wonder off in a garden of desire and hope.
These falling leaves make it hard for me to cope
with the fact that that day is still far from here.
I can't keep washing away my guilt with tears.
When I finally walk towards the gate to leave,
a black rose makes me think it's hard to believe
that you and I can, mom will ever be the same.
So I keep hoping that sometime, somewhere,
you won't look away..."