't was simply you who said good-bye. And not a tear was in your eye. And not a trembling in your voice. You had the key. I heard the noise. You had the choice. Remember what he said before? That black old raven Nevermore? Maybe the croaking creature knew all in advance 'bout our brew. It wasn't me who would have gone, you know... You had the key to set you free... And so... and so... You strewed the leaves into the wind and let it tan our living skin. You poured the water into the wine, you took away that magic shine. Remember what he said before? The croaking raven Nevermore? Maybe the black old creature knew all in advance 'bout me and you. It wasn't me who would have gone, you know... You had the key to set you free... And so... and so... I heard the noise. You took the choice.
(c) Wilfried Schröder 1996