I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend.
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine, pretend.
A lady stepping from the song we love until this day.
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee".
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower.
Meet you at the statue in an hour.
Meet you at the statue in an hour.