Like every song, life has its end.
Mine does when you are gone.
I don't take hearts from second-hand,
And yours's the one I own.
Oh, can't you hear alarming bells
Of my heart gone astray?
The story that my life retells
Is through when you're away.
Oh, don't you know how cruel is
September's lonely night?
...I'm holding to our memories.
Not giving up the fight.