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...

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

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

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

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

Finally it comes down to this
this lonely hole i cry in...

I thought you'd stop visiting my dreams
cos i wake up wandering what this means...

I cant take my eyes off of you
even when I'm dreaming i still see you...

Born again into your presence
a new girl, fresh and pure...

Like a stranger,
he walks by...