Fingertips pressed to skin Two lovers lost in the wind When I hold you tight The air is still in between Souls connected by a string And you loved me til I was 16 When I hold you closely I don't feel you there And this life isn't fair But no one else can compare But you were never prepared Please don't come to my funeral Cause you'd be late as usual (You'd ruin something beautiful) Yeah you'd be late as usual You'd be late as usual