Tell him how you feel inside
Result is he'll even hold your hand
So that he won't have to feel
Counting bats until the curtain drops
She was sad because she wasn't sad
He was glad but he had the saddest face
She don't care but that's what made her care
He was there for five, six, seven, eight
A last embrace, he scurries down the stairs
The night is clear, he sits down for a beer
Promises that they had made
Washed away, another silly tune
Come along and put your hand in mine
Come along, let's travel to the end of time
Trust in me and I will trust in you
Trust in me, our days will be forever new