Well

a-

side

from

the

name

that

holds

us

to-

ge-

ther

now

I

think

we'd

fall

a-

a-

part

it's

the

years

we'll

pre-

tend

we've

for-

got-

ten

that

se-

pa-

rate

o-

ur

hearts.

And

I

don't

re-

mem-

ber!

The

way

this

was

but

the

pict-

ures

prove

I

knew

you

once!

And

where

is

the

source!

of

our

mis-

ta-

kes?

I'm

a-

fraid

one

day

we'll

drift

so

far

we'll

wake

up

not

kno-

wing

where

we-

e

are.

But

these

words

ac-

com-

plish

no-

thing

if

I'm

gone.