I've continued our chats
With the newly sprouted tufts of grass
And a dandelion trembling
Is the echo of your lovely laugh
It’s been quite a struggle coping
I suppose I am still hoping
That the rustling leaves I hear
Is you whispering in my ear

After the end of the end of time
I will be yours
You will be mine
Lost little souls in a boundless night
Flickering lights disappear out of sight

I've been crying in my bed
Shaken by the things I think you've said
Was it my imagination
Or your lips upon my neck
I like talking to your armchair
In the wee hours of the morning
As I gaze at your reflection
In the darkened TV screen

After the end of the end of time
I will be yours
You will be mine
Lost little souls in a boundless night
Flickering lights disappear out of sight