I've continued our chats With the newly sprouted tufts of grass And a dandelion trembling Is the echo of your lovely laugh It's been quite a struggle coping I suppose I am still hoping That the rustling leaves I hear Is you whispering in my ear After the end of the end of time I will be yours You will be mine Lost little souls in a boundless night Flickering lights disappear out of sight ♪ I've been crying in my bed Shaken by the things I think you've said Was it my imagination? Or your lips upon my neck? I like talking to your armchair In the wee hours of the morning As I gaze at your reflection In the darkened TV screen After the end of the end of time I will be yours You will be mine Lost little souls in a boundless night Flickering lights disappear out of sight