| I’m sorry to bring this up again old guy | 
| When you had to leave | 
| And I said goodbye to you | 
| From between the avenue | 
| Ad the tree, the one that blocks the window view | 
| And me | 
| I think back to some of the things I said that one night | 
| Like that you weren’t with your family anymore | 
| It was mean, it wasn’t right | 
| But I was a stupid baby back then | 
| I was scared | 
| I didn’t know how to love you | 
| Didn’t realize how much you cared about me | 
| I loved you | 
| I loved you | 
| This is yours | 
| Yours: | 
| The red world | 
| The corresponding breezes | 
| They’ll go on | 
| But we don’t | 
| I waved goodbye to you that day | 
| From the parking lot in the alleyway | 
| I remember feeling terrified | 
| Not knowing if you’d come back | 
| But you did, and we tried | 
| But later that fall I walked the sad stretch of my mind | 
| And said, no we can’t go on, we’ve gotta leave this behind | 
| I thought it to myself at the windowsill | 
| As I looked out onto the tree, the church, the chill… | 
| The leaves had all fallen off | 
| That tree was dead | 
| The neighbors, the whole town they’d gone to bed | 
| We sat on the floor and waited for your car to arrive | 
| And we said goodbye, and we cried | 
| The church bell stopped | 
| Time was dead | 
| The neighbors, the whole town had gone to bed | 
| Our sweethearts knew, our sisters knew too | 
| And we knew | 
| We knew | 
| This is yours | 
| Yours: | 
| The red world | 
| The corresponding breezes | 
| They’ll go on | 
| But we won’t | 
| We are done | 
| This is yours | 
| Yours: | 
| The dead world | 
| The corresponding dead breezes | 
| They’ll go on | 
| But we don’t |