When the two of you walked away
It all became a solo
From number three to number one
It all feels so hollow
We were the three musketeers,
Dark, bright and funny
But when you both walked away
My nose became runny.
I close my eyes when I think of you two.
Probably walking around, like some crazy fools.
And I'm right here, sitting on the sand, all by myself.
But when we meet each other, we won't be as full.
