You left without a sound.
Ten thousand questions to the answers I never found.
You're not around, and I'm left to chase ten thousand answers for yesterday.
Like: How could I be so removed in the background waiting for you?

And what do we have? What do we have?
What do we have if we don't have each other?

You left me here to count ten thousand questions to the answers. I'd rather drown.
Now I dance alone on the floor you made of ten thousand answers that never came.
Like: Why am I left to pretend? I'm trapped in a past life again?

What do we have? What do we have?
What do we have if we don't have each other now?

What good is dreaming when I can't even sleep here?
What good is lying down with no one to hold?
What good is letting go when something won't let me?
What good is saying goodbye now that you're gone?

What do we have? What do we have?
What do we have if we don't have each other?

I'm on my own. I'm all alone. I'm on my own.