To where she would have been
To where she would have been
Without permission his face became wet
As well as everybody else
The time has come again
Hiding from himself
If only they were seventeen
He thought he'd learnt how to not get upset
From folded notes in envelopes
And stood between a fraying seam
Waiting patiently
And slowly walking down the steps
Meet me beneath the moon, don't go too soon
She went too soon