The third string of the guitar hummed the last of sounds Into a fading tune of memory that I tightly held upon Bruised and tattered hands as I hoped to make it last
But I would be the happiest to see you in your charm
In the silence of the piano keys, I saw you pass me by For you have shown me the laughter that is far long gone I will miss you in my loneliness, but you won't make me sad
For I will be the happiest to see you in your charm.