I can’t promise you that I won’t let you down And I, I can’t promise you that I will be the only one around, When your hope falls down. But we’re young, Open flowers in the windy fields of this war-torn world. And love, This city breathes the plague of loving things more than their creators. I ran away, I could not take the burden of both me and you. It was too fast Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break. When it was a promise I could not make.