• This is it
    The end
    My friend

    The time we part
    We spread our wings

    We feel them stretch and don't dare look back
    We leave each other at the end of our tracks

    This should be the end
    But we both know that it won't be

    After we're air born
    We cry, and cry and cry

    When the tears dry
    We will realise
    This was all a mistake
    And we fly straight back

    But we'll do this all again tomorrow