where the ocean meets the land

I tell myself it would be different now,
I wouldn’t treat her that way.
I wouldn’t be me if she wasn’t her,
and it’s far too late, anyway.
‘Cause she doesn’t exist any more,
She doesn’t exist any more.
Only inside you the ghost of the love,
that is wordless and painful and old.
There’s no one else in the whole outside world,
that matches to her in your soul.
But she doesn’t exist any more,
She doesn’t exist any more.

i believe.