Why do I always hear a reproach in your voice? You know, we both have left behind our childhood toys. I know the sunlight Will be on your side, But I'm walking my way Starting today My sweet descent, My sweet descent.
Since you've been gone I am lonely, even don't need to pretend. And a bottle of red wine is my only Friday night friend. I hope that spring tide Wipes out the dark side Of my soul, Where you took control Over my angels, Over my angels.
Although the dawn's already reflecting in my glass, After all the intoxication my pain and sorrow can't pass. In spite of my pride Suppose you were right. But my inner voice Gives me no choice, But sweet descent, My sweet descent.