I remember
How you would tell me of a dream,
Of a girl in a car,
How she pulls you closer to her
And you can't see her face,
And would wonder.
I remember
How you would tell me of a game,
On your computer,
And you'd try to convince me on mine
Craft right before your eyes,
And I'd refuse.
But I guess it's a dead horse now
This is my late, late goodbye
As you gave me yours before.
You told me you changed
And perhaps you did...
Looking back I see how little of you I knew:
A jester, an alchemist, a constructor,
All a façade – a great friend, a close friend.
But I guess it's a dead horse now
This is my late, late goodbye
As you gave me yours before.
Our paths split and you took the road on the left
There is only one thing left
To do – go right and never look left.
I understand we were made to walk lonely roads.
You remember
How you completed the cycle,
Twelve years a slave,
Perhaps now free,
But I will never know.
My dear friend,
It's all a dead horse now,
This is my late, late goodbye
As you gave me yours before.
