You took my heart and my keys and my patience ...

 And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

 Turn my side
Do you feel my heat
On your skin

 All of the doubts and the outbursts keep making love to each other
And I'm trying

 Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

 It's no secret that the both of us are running out of time

 In the void I go
Nothing here seems close to what I know

 In the dark
And I’m right on the middle mark

 See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, I am free

 Czas, czas, nasz największy wróg,
Tęsknot puls i krew.

 Why'd you have to go and make me like you?
Yea this is a feeling I'm not used to