Send me postcards if you can,
We can spend our days without a plan

Let's abandon what we should,
Run through narrow streets in Italy, if you could?

When you weep, I'll be here –I'll make you smile
You make my life, worth a while

I long to meet strangers with you,
Some old man having his coffee –in blue

So when it ends, you'll have something to remember
Because I won't be here after December

We know –life is anything but fair,
These memories will keep you sound –in case you're scared

I'm giving you this year, so say your goodbye,
But once I'm gone, please don't cry