Don't you forget about me, don't dream it's over,
And all that you can't leave behind lives with
Locked hearts and hand grenades ready to fire.
The lonesome road I travel down now heads
Over the hills and far away I go.
Now you lift your eyes to the sun and
Hold it tight, get a good grip, and hold my hand
As I am lowered at the bottom of everything, I am choosing
My own way of life, finally. I'll throw away that
Unopened letter to the world, so they know
Something I can never have and they also won't know that
I just died in your arms tonight, along with my heart and
What's in the ground belong to you and only you
I shall believe they burned my world to the ground.
Like you, like an arsonist being washed away with the tide that
Left and never came back and now there's nothing
Left to say but goodbye. All that is left are the ashes
Of dreams...