Let you and me sit in the dark glen of misery

And play the sad and bitter, symphony of loss

Let you and me pluck the strings of our tired hearts

And carve our names in wet green moss

Let you and me sit under the old bent trees

And collect the pieces of sun on bent knees

Let you and me think of passion spent and gone stale

And recollect broken dreams, faded and already pale

Let you and me cry and scream our hearts out

And try to fill in the cracks left behind by drought

Let you and me hold each other tightly under the stars

And find solace in intimacy which was never ours

Let you and me say farewell to love, forget all dross

And play the sad and bitter, symphony of loss