Tell them it's the end I won't love again We met in spring he was handsome and good He tattooed my name there just to prove He was my best friend We got by on luck And how brave he was I took a photo of him on the rocks The one they used in all the local news He looked so in love All he could have been Barely turned nineteen There was a solar flare close to his head Looking up from underneath his hood How could we've foreseen Call the next of kin Tell them all we've been He left his phone with his clothes on the beach For three days they searched Cardigan Bay All the world for him