some people belong to the night, forgotten when the day comes alive. imagining what heaven feels like is the only hopeful thing
there's nothing left for me here anyway; there's no one by my side, never has been. imagining what heaven feels like is the only hopeful thing
and I'll be gone. don't you cry my love, don't you waste your sweet tears on me my angel.
the breeze will sway your hair, the rain won't mess with your mascara, summer's wont be scorching, winters won't be freezing
I'll make the world perfect for you; I'll make sure of it from above
don't miss me too much love
