This heart shaped box of mine,
So warm, so tender, so fragile.

Off it goes, into the fire.

Ash, ash, ash.  Collect them in a heart shaped box.

Off the ashes go, pouring down the cliff.

Into the ocean, ocean, ocean.  Caught in the wind.  Flying away.

Goodbye, my addiction.
Goodbye, my heart.
Goodbye, my love.