Like coming out of the darkness
you showed me a new aspect of life...

You took hold of my hand
You took hold of my heart...

We promised ourselves we wouldn't do this
Fight when I'm away...

I love the way your hair, runs so easily through...
I love the way your lips feel so soft against mine...

Death must be paradise
not being able to feel a thing...

From Pre-school
To the end of Primary School...