You could cut me in2 a thousand pieces and lay...
but every piece would cry out i love u and won't...

Do not stand at my grave
and cry...

Hurry, hurry come quick with my gift
waiting for you in this midnight drift...

I hate the way you cling so tight
and not want to let me go...

He walks in Beauty just like the night,
A vast Canvas overhead, those starry skies...

And birds we were,
rich, but with not things of the world...

Ill know when i'v seen it
That the words you say are true...

If all the clocks said the same thing
the world would be in time...

Thank you Rosie for finally seeing
that without him I'd be a lonesome being...

Sorry i made your mum cry
it was you as much as me...

Looking at you,
you look like him...

Walking back to your house
knowing nobody's home...