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