0 i’ll tell you stories of the dream we could have lived, of the places we could have seen, of the things we could have done, of the people we could have been.
0 and as all the leaves rustle above us, and as all the dirt covers our skin, rest your head onto my chest, i’ll tell you stories of the life we could have had.
0 i will meet you at the graveyard where you lay down, where you stay now faced up, cold heart, no longer by my side now wish we were together, now i don't know when i will see you.