When its all over, what will be left Your worth in gold Or the memories that'll make you chuckle when you're old All the worries you swam across Or the question you asked her, based on the love coin's toss
It's better to feel empty inside than to adjust to the weather outside.
The ifs and buts are needy companions, who are better left alone.
So when its all over The gold will sink Chucklin memories will be all I think.