There is no more you,
there is no more me,
there is no more us,
underneath the tree.
There are no more picnics in the breeze,
there are no more kisses on our knees,
there are no more dreams of the seas.
lying in our back yard in a sea of green.
There is no more love seat in the room,
there is no more love,
there is no more talking on the phone,
as you lye so far above.
You are gone now,
and I'm lost and never found.
Without you here, I'm not around,
and rather be with you in the ground.
