As you held me down, you said I'll see you in the future, when we're older and we are full of stories to be told. Cross my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with your laughter lines.
When our lives are over and all that remains are our skulls and bones let's take it to the grave, and hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms; I'll be buried here with you, and I'll hold in these hands all that remains.
and you thought the lions were bad. well they tried to kill my brothers, and for every king that died, oh, they would crown another. and it's harder than you think, telling dreams from one another.
Don’t listen to your friends See the despair behind their eyes Don’t listen to your friends They only care once in a while. ... Just listen to your friends Trust in that fair look in their eyes Just listen to your friends They only care and hope you're alright.