We could end it all,
And be nothing...
Some people sit and cry,
Until no more tears will come...
When i was sat
On the bus that day...
Do not grieve,
my little one...
Meet me by the still, cool lake
Upon the cold, soft sand...
There is but one romance...
One simple tragedy...
O'Gentle love have I finally realized thee?
Across the vast I searched. Never understanding...
Oh, Even when you have gone
You are as precious now as you were...
My Body on the pills of sand,
My eyes watching your gentle hands...
I love this feeling,
im for sure about it...
She stares at me so innocently
As if she's waiting for me to say the words...
My foolish words
stutter out worse...