It could be the remorse. It could be just love. It could be the last song, but I know that we'll never be alone. It could be the winter. It could be this void. It could be these drinks help to feel much happier than I ever been for months. We both go down together. We know that this ain't good but hold each other's tight because we've never been afraid of falling out. I'll sing you one last song, and then we'll fall asleep. The room will rest in silence, but I'll see you in my wildest dreams.