When my hands are too sweaty for you to hold,
and our lips meet and I can taste the cold.
When summer days are getting old
and we part ways, we're both alone.

When what we had is allowed to die,
and love forever's one more lie,
when broken wings are forced to fly
our pain comes back after tasting the sky.

Except for you,
you've got your someone.
Except for you,
you can still fly.
Except for you,
you're not lonely.
Except for you.
You've got your life.

When happiness comes around again,
and when we both can laugh again,
and holding hands is safe again,
I'll see your eyes and smile again.

Except for me,
when I've got no one.
Except for me.
And I can't fly.
Except for me,
and I'm still lonely.
Except for me
because you're not mine.