What was it you said to me. Back in the days when things looked fine. 'bout how we would be together. Until we left the earth behind. Oh, it's funny how things can change.
You call this victory you say the battle's won. You call this justice when without her there's no sun. You call this freedom, well you make up your own mind.
How strange I never noticed. Your eyes, or the colour of your hair.. It seems to me you grow more beautiful. In every way.. With every single passing day..