| It’s a coincidence
 | 
| Well, you can talk that way
 | 
| But I have to say I don’t believe in it
 | 
| And with the chill of chance,
 | 
| I decided to dance the days away
 | 
| And I wasn’t worried at all
 | 
| Sneaking through the back door
 | 
| No, I wasn’t worried at all
 | 
| Dreams are what you live for
 | 
| Waiting for the light to turn green
 | 
| Carry me home
 | 
| To the kindest eyes that I’ve ever seen
 | 
| Carry me home
 | 
| Well, can you tell me how will it be now?
 | 
| How will it be?
 | 
| Can you tell me, how will it be now?
 | 
| How will it be?
 | 
| Well we were younger then,
 | 
| And the days were long and slow
 | 
| But were we wiser then?
 | 
| I couldn’t say, I wouldn’t know
 | 
| But I wasn’t worried at all
 | 
| I had someone to run to
 | 
| And I wasn’t worried at all
 | 
| I knew which way the wind blew
 | 
| Counting out the chaos and gloom
 | 
| Carry me home
 | 
| And I watched the ceiling spin round the room
 | 
| Carry me home
 | 
| Well, can you tell me, how will it be now?
 | 
| How will it be?
 | 
| Can you tell me, how will it be now?
 | 
| How will it be?
 | 
| In the real world, how will it be?
 | 
| In a cold world, how will it be?
 | 
| In a lonely world, how will it be?
 | 
| Will the ghosts just stop following me?
 | 
| In the real world, how will it be?
 | 
| In a cold, dead world, how will it be?
 | 
| Beg and crawl, how will it be?
 | 
| Will the ghosts just stop following me?
 | 
| now drawn into the sun
 | 
| He was the only one
 | 
| He cries out to everyone
 | 
| Fot his only son
 | 
| From the window of my room now
 | 
| I can see the color blue now
 | 
| You can’t even look in my eyes now
 | 
| What would you see?
 | 
| If you could look in my eyes now
 | 
| What would you see
 | 
| And so I’ll remember you,
 | 
| I’ll remember the ways, the thousands of ways you pulled me through,
 | 
| And dream of all the things we’ve seen,
 | 
| The thousands of faces the thousands of places we have been,
 | 
| Now you have no phone and you have no name and you have no number,
 | 
| And it comes to an end in the blink of an eye. |