Must have been a week Since she drew the curtains down don't know if it's night or day And I don't care Our hope seems bleak But she's pulling through somehow While I'm trembling in dismay, in despair
I can see you're scared and tired of this I can see the torment, the damage it has done Still we know what the other alternative is Not yet, the only one
good moments are brief And there's nothing I can do When it comes haunting her again And does it worse
She shivers like a leaf the of pain heave through The ruthless bringer of the end Fierce, perverse
I can see you're scared and tired of all this I can see torment, the damage it has done Still we both know what the other alternative is Not yet, the only one
Don't yet, don't let go Not yet, my only Don't go yet, I can't let go Not yet, my only one