Lletres: Amber Rubarth. One Last Look.

I fall apart every time that I take one last look at you
You walk alone through the night and you stare out at the moon
I want to be there, I want to be with you
I want to be there, I want to be with you when you go out
When you go out

The moon doesn't have its own light
When the sun goes black, it will too
And I feel the same way tonight like I'll disappear without you
I want to be there, I want to be with you
I want to be there, I want to be with you when you go out
When you go out

Will you ever wonder
Will you care when I'm not here
And will you question when there's no answer
Cause I'm not here
I'm not here

I've been falling apart all the time since I took my last look at you
And I stay awake through the night
I get so lost in the moon
I want to be there, I want to be with you
I want to be there, I want to be with you when you go out
When you go out