You wake up in front of a giant revolver aiming at your face - Such a beautiful face will be reborn She left you alone – it was early November You grieve at her pictures she is still within – her bones and her skin You still remember her smile and her favourite things. It's five in the morning you're going to bed With all reasons left to go on Just go on, go on, and break my heart Will you? After few years you will find it awkward To meet her again with all of your friends you've left in the past There's nothing happening just by a will - Like if mountains could walk, but they chose to stand still One day you also will... ...go on, go on, and break her heart Would you?