THOUGH IT SEEMS GONE,
THE MEMORY OF US STILL HERE
CLINGING LIKE AN AUTUMN LEAVES,
ON A BRIGHT SUMMER DAYS.
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT,
DAY AFTER DAY,
ITS ALL ABOUT YOU AND ME
THINKING THAT WERE STILL BE THE SAME AGAIN.
THERE\'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO TURNING BACK THE HANDS OF TIME,
COZ,REALITY IS GREATER THAN US NOW.
THIS FANTASY OF HAVING YOU,
WILL BE FOREVER A DREAM,
UNTIL THE LAST NAIL IN THE COFFIN
PUNCHED HOLE THROUGH MY VEINS.