Can you remember our cold Sundays? You used to hope it would snow heavily so that I could stay. Everytime I left from that train station, I used to tell you I was leaving you a piece of my heart for you to keep ...you used to tell me I always had a bit... of yours with me. Now I recall all the places we’ve been to they' re fading away and I realise I never caught their beauty We knew this would eventually happen one day, and, as you asked me to fight not to lose what we had, I never backed down, I never gave up. I won’t be waking up in the middle of the night, anguished, hold down by a dense blanket of regrets. Remember our promises, I never gave up.
I wore the hoodie that I gave you to keep you warm until it totally lost your scent, as I will now sing these words to you until they lose their meaning someday.