Let’s make it a point
To never talk about you again;
Lock away the memories,
And burn away the keys.
Even happy memories
Can lose themselves in peace.
So let’s burn it to the sky,
Every happy lullaby
I sang to you under the
Midnight sky while you’d lament
About lost live in another country,
And I’d hold you, tears in hand
Promising to never leave your side,
Like you did mine.