It's done, it seems I'm out of luck.
I need more than a few bucks.
I thought my will would be enough.
Turns out that the climb was just too rough.
And now I'm standing at your door beneath the summer skies.
I'm asking if you could just give it one more try.
All that's left is my memories.
So now, it's almost the end.
I need the help of a good friend.
This roof is finally caving in.
I guess it's time I let you in.
And now I'm standing at your door beneath the summer skies.
I'm asking if you could just give it one more try.
All that's left is my memories.
All that's left is my memories
All that's left is my memories