Let us turn into memories,
And fade into the streetlights;
Let us dissolve,
And become
Glimmers on the asphalt;
Let us stay here,
Just for a moment;
This is the end,
But it’s not
The ending of it all.

Does it really matter,
How I say goodbye?
Distance
Is more than just speed
And time.

So will I see you again when I fall to sleep?
Maybe when I see you again we’d both know
Better than to cry.
Leaving, doesn’t have to be
So melodramatic.

Would this get easier?
Or would it be too much?
Would it be too much to grow out of this?
Leaving, doesn’t have to be
So melodramatic.

So I said: “Goodnight,
Goodnight.
There is no need
To be terrified.”
But I’m scared
To turn around, to see
Would you still be standing
There?