if you close your eyes, doesn't it almost feel like nothing changed at all

i hear your voice and it seems as if it was all a dream

but you ain't done too well getting past your permanent pastel,have you now?

The sun still rises, even with the pain

in a good bye bed, with my arms around your neck, into our love the tears crept

and so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty