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.