More than painfully affected by her analysis
He withdraws and thinks long and hard
All she said was true, but he doesn't blow up
Goes back to her and kisses her again
And he says, thank you for the words of truth, even as they were a torture
I myself didn't have my senses in order
Now I'll beat off the dust and I'll go on
In other words, I'll start over again
[Chorus:]
Droplet by droplet, stone by stone
Sometimes it has to be the long road
Tear by tear, sweat and blood
All good things are worth hurting for1
She sweeps up the fragments and walks over to him
Stands in the doorframe and takes a loving glance
Maybe you were right and it was my jealousy
Because a man like you I would never want to lose
Even if it'd be better to leave, we'd still deserve another chance
Because a friend like you I'll simply never want to lose
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And thank you for the words of truth, even as they were a torture
I myself didn't have my senses in order
Now I'll beat off the dust and I'll go on
In other words, I'll start from the beginning
[Chorus]
1. lit. "What hurts long will finally be well", a variation of a German saying "What lasts long will eventually be well"