许冠杰 It's a lesson too late for the learnIng
Made of sand made of sand
In the wInk of an eYe mY soUl Is tUrnIng
In YoUr hands In YoUr hands
Are YoU goIng awaY wIth no word of farewell
CoUld there be not a trace left behInd
Well I coUld've loved YoU better dIdn't mean to be UnkInd
YoU know that was the last thIng on mY mInd
As we walk on mY thoUghts keep tUmblIn'
YoU've got Reasons of plentY for goIng
ThIs I know thIs I know
For the weeds have been steadIlY growIng
Please don't go Please don't go
Are YoU goIng awaY wIth no word of farewell
CoUld there be not a trace left behInd
I coUld've loved YoU better dIdn't mean to be UnkInd
YoU know that was the last thIng on mY mInd
As I lIe In mY bed In the mornIng
WIthoUt YoU wIthoUt YoU
Each song In mY bed In the mornIng
WIthoUt YoU wIthoUt YoU
Are YoU goIng awaY wIth no word of farewell
CoUld there be not a trace left behInd
I coUld've loved YoU better dIdn't mean to be UnkInd
YoU know that was the last thIng on mY mInd
YoU know that was the last thIng on mY mInd